"TO ABIDE IN THE FLESH IS MORE NEEDFUL." I WILL take refuge in my God And be as angels pure. It is all light, pure light above,- But shall I shun the sacred fight Here only, in this strife, Can I his soldier be: Here only spend or lose a life For Him who died for me. Nor would I too impatient pry The awful veil within ; Of God-resisting sin. Oh, let me be content For Heaven's own light to stay. The night, the night, is well-nigh spent:Ere long it will be day. 66 HE THAT DWELLETH IN LOVE, DWELLETH IN GOD, AND GOD IN HIM." To love, where love is shewn to me, To light at other's torch the flame, This were not hard, 'twere but to own Where harmonies unite. But for the living torch to burn, To keep the heart in tune, despite This, this is hard, for nature spurns And hot the angry spirit burns, "Tis grace alone can mould the heart This gentle power to prove'Tis grace alone can grace impart, And teach the soul to love. O Thou, who art the Source and Spring, Of our new nature's birth, Love brought Thee down, that Thou might'st bring Love to this wretched earth. Light Thou my torch by Thine own flame; So shall it ever glow, A light to mark from whence it came, Thro' all the fogs below. Light Thou my torch, a living sign, A child of love, a child of Thine- THE SOUTH WIND BLEW, AND WE CAME TO PUTEOLI." FAIR sea! whose lines of rolling wave Flash back the gladsome day, And seem, as the broad beach they lave, Is there a wand'rer on my breast? I'll bear him gently to his rest, And soothe his cares away; Here, where sweet flowers of thousand hues, Not thus,-not thus thine accents broke On Paul's awaken'd ear, When hoarse thy boiling waters spoke, Wrought by thy wrestlings drear; |