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Yet birds and flowerets round us preach,
All, all the present evil teach
Sufficient for the day.

Lord, make these faithless hearts of ours
Such lessons learn from birds and flowers,

Make them from self to cease;
Leave all things to a Father's will,
And taste, before him lying still,

E'en in affliction peace.

Child's Christian Year


BEHOLD ! a Stranger's at the door!
He gently knocks, has knocked before,
Has waited long, is waiting still;
You treat no other friend so ilL

But will He prove a Friend indeed?
He will! the very Friend you need!
The Man of Nazareth, 't is He,
With garments dyed at Calvary.

If thou art poor, (and poor thou art,)
Lo! He has riches to impart;
Not wealth, in which mean avarice rolls;
O better far! the wealth of souls!

Thou 'rt blind; He 'll take the scales away,
And let in everlasting day;
Naked thou art; but He shall dress
Thy blushing soul in Righteousness.

Art them a weeper t Grief shall fly;
For who can weep with Jesus by?
No terror shall thy hopes annoy;
No tear except the tear of joy.

Admit Him, for the human breast
Ne'er entertained so kind a guest:
Admit Him, for you can't expel;
Where'er He comes, He comes to dwell.

Admit Him, ere His anger burn;
His feet departed, ne'er return!
Admit Him, or the hour 's at hand,
When at His door denied you 'll stand.




I HEARD the voice of Jesus say,
"Come unto Me and rest;
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down

Thy head upon My breast."
I came to Jesus as I was,

Weary, and worn, and sad,

I found in Him a resting-place,

And he has made me glad.

I heard the voice of Jesus say,

"Behold! I freely give The living water; thirsty one,

Stoop down, and drink, and live!"

I came to Jesus, and I drank

Of that life-giving stream; My thirst was quenched, my soul revived,

And now I live in Him.

I heard the voice of Jesus say,

"I am this dark world's light; Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise,

And all thy day be bright."
I looked to Jesus, and I found

In Him my star, my sun;
And in that light of life I 'll walk

Till travelling days are done.

H. Sonar


WITHIN this leaf, to every eye
"So little worth, doth hidden lie
Most rare and subtle fragrancy.

Wouldst thou its secret strength unbind?
Crush it, and thou shalt perfume find,
Sweet as Arabia's spicy wind.

In this stone, so poor and bare
Of shape and lustre, patient care
Will find for thee a jewel rare.

But first must skilful hands essay

With file and flint to clear away

The film which hides its fire from day.

This leaf? this stone? It is thy heart:
It must be crushed by pain and smart,
It must be cleansed by sorrow's art,—

Ere it will yield a fragrance sweet,
Ere it will shine, a jewel meet
To lay before thy dear Lord's feet .

Bishop Wilberforce


HARK ! hark ! my soul! angelic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave-beat


How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling,
Of that new life, when sin shall be no more.

Darker than night life's shadows fall around us,
And like benighted men we miss our mark:
God hides Himself, and grace has scarcely found us,
Ere death finds out his victims in the dark.

Onward we go, for still we hear them singing,
"Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come,"
And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing,
The music of the Gospel leads us home.

Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing,
The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea,
And laden souls by thousands meekly stealing,
Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to Thee.
Rest comes at last, though life be long and dreary,
The day must dawn, and darksome night be past,
All journeys end in welcomes to the weary,
And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last.

F. W. Faber

HP Clxxii

O PARADISE! O Paradise!
Who doth not crave for rest!
Who would not seek the happy land,
WThere they that loved are blest?
Where loyal hearts and true

Stand ever in the light,
All rapture through and through,
In God's most holy sight.

O Paradise! O Paradise!
'T is weary waiting here:
We long to be where Jesus is,
To feel, to see Him near;
Where loyal hearts and true

Stand ever in the light,
All rapture through and through,
In God's most holy sight.

O Paradise! O Paradise!

We want to sin no more;
We want to be as pure on earth
As on thy spotless shore;
Where loyal hearts and true

Stand ever in the light,
All rapture through and through,
In God's most holy sight.

F. W. Fabcr

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