As an island in a river, Vexed with ceaseless rave and roar, Keeps an inner silence ever On its consecrated shore, Flowered with flowers and green with grasses; Led by Thee, the loving Pastor, Seeks the sheep that run astray; When our heart is faint Thou warmest, Justifiest our delight; Thou our ignorance informest, And our wisdom shapest right; Thou in peace dost keep, defendest Gracious Spirit, Spirit Holy, 'Tis Thine own kind Spirit moves us, For 'tis Thine to will and do. T. BURBIDGE. Faith and Submission. Chidura vince "THOUGH HE SLAY ME, YET WILL I TRUST IN HIM." HY way is in the deep, O Lord! Poor tremblers at His rougher wind, Who gives the storm a path, will find A moment may His hand be lost,- We cry "Lord! help the tempest-tost-" The Lord yields nothing to our fears, But comes Himself, where'er He hears The voice of loving prayer. O happy soul of faith divine ! The love that kindles joy is thine, The patience to endure. Come, Lord of peace! our griefs dispel; And wipe our tears away: 'Tis Thine, to order all things well, And ours, to bless the sway. ANONYMOUS. LEAD, KINDLY LIGHT. "Unto the godly there ariseth up light in the darkness." LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home— Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene,-one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path; but now Lead Thou me on! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will remember not past years. : So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still Will lead me on, O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone; And with the morn those Angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. J. H. NEWMAN. THE WILL OF GOD. I WORSHIP thee, sweet Will of God! And every day I live I seem To love thee more and more. Thou wert the end, the blessed rule Those three and thirty years. |