III-WHEN THE WEARY, SEEKING REST. THEN the weary, seeking rest, WHEN To Thy goodness flee; When the heavy-laden cast All their load on Thee; On Thy Name shall call ; When the sinner, seeking life, Hear then, in love, O Lord, the cry, When the worldling, sick at heart, When the prodigal looks back When the burdened brings his guilt Hear then, in love, O Lord, the cry, When the stranger asks a home, When the hungry craveth food, Bows the fervent knee: When the soldier on the field Lifts his heart to Thee: Hear then, in love, O Lord, the cry, When the man of toil and care Tired of earthly fame, Upon higher joys intent, Name the blessèd Name: Hear then, in love, O Lord, the cry, When the child, with grave fresh lip Hear then, in love, O Lord, the cry, When creation, in her pangs, Heaves her heavy groan ; When Thy Salem's exiled sons When Thy widowed, weeping Church Sendeth up her silent sigh "Come, Lord Jesus, come : Hear then, in love, O Lord, the cry In heaven, Thy dwelling-place on high. IV.-A FEW MORE YEARS SHALL ROLL. A FEW more years shall roll, A few more seasons come, And we shall be with those that rest Asleep within the tomb : Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for Thy great day; A few more suns shall set O'er these dark hills of time; My soul for that blest day; A few more storms shall beat On this wild rocky shore; And we shall be where tempests cease, Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that calm day; O wash me in Thy precious Blood A few more struggles here, A few more partings o'er, A few more toils, a few more tears, Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that bright day; O wash me in Thy precious Blood, And take my sins away. A few more Sabbaths here Shall cheer us on our way, Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that sweet day; O wash me in Thy precious Blood, And take my sins away. 'Tis but a little while And He shall come again, Who died that we might live, who lives That we with Him may reign: Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that glad day; O wash me in Thy precious Blood, And take my sins away. John Stuart Blackie. 1809-1895. JOHN STUART BLACKIE is represented in another volume of the present Anthology by a selection of verse which was largely his own choice; but his "Songs of Religion and Life" (1876) give him claims to a place in any volume devoted to the sacred poetry of his time, hence two poems from that work are quoted here. Perhaps no better representation could be given of his fine manly religious spirit within the space than that afforded by the following lines entitled "The Laws of Nature" and the "Benedicite," given in the succeed. ing pages. The fool hath in his heart declared,-by laws Blind, and without intelligential cause, Or reasoned plan, All things are ruled. I from this lore dissent, With sorrowful shame That reasoning men such witless wit should vent O Thou that o'er this lovely world hast spread Thy jocund light, Weaving with flowers beneath, and stars o'erhead This tissue bright Of living powers, clear Thou my sense, that I May ever find In all the marshalled pomp of earth and sky The marshalling mind! 257 |