O look! the sun begins to rise, the heavens are in a glow, He shines upon a hundred fields, and all of them I know. And there I move no longer now, and there his light may shine, Wild flowers in the valley for other hands than mine. O sweet and strange it seems to me, that ere this day is done, The voice, that now is speaking, may be beyond the sun, Forever and forever with those just souls and true,— And what is life that we should moan? why make we such ado? Forever and forever all in a blessèd home, And there to wait a little while, till you and Effie come, To lie within the light of God, as I lie upon your breast, And the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest. A. Tennyson OOR little Willie, with his many pretty wiles : Worlds of wisdom in his look, In a workhouse grave. You remember little Willie, Fair and funny fellow ! he Sprang like a lily From the dirt of poverty. Poor little Willie ! Not a friend was nigh, When from the cold world He crouched down to die. In the day we wandered foodless, Ah! so tired was poor Willie ! 'T was in the dead of winter We laid him in the earth; The world brought in the new year But, for lost little Willie Not a tear we crave; Cold and hunger cannot wake him We thought him beautiful, Down, down, poor heart! In his workhouse grave. No room for little Willie ; In the world he had no part; Gerald Massey VI THE HEART CLXVI CHRIST TO THE SINNER HARK, my soul ! it is the Lord, 'Tis thy Saviour, hear His word; Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee; 66 "I delivered thee when bound, And, when bleeding, healed thy wound; Sought thee wandering, set thee right, Turned thy darkness into light. "Can a woman's tender care "Mine is an unchanging love, "Thou shalt see my glory soon, Lord, it is my chief complaint, W. Cowper O CLXVII SUBMISSION LORD! how happy should we be If we could cast our care on Thee, If we from self could rest; And feel at heart that One above, How far from this our daily life! By sudden wild alarms; On Thy almighty arms! Could we but kneel and cast our load, Then rise with lightened cheer, We cannot trust Him as we should, |