BELIEVERS NOT SEEING.

E were not with the faithful few
Who stood Thy bitter cross around,
Nor heard Thy prayer for those that
slew,

Nor felt that earthquake rock the ground;
We saw no spear-wound pierce Thy side:
Yet we believe that Thou hast died.

No angel's message met our ear

On that first glorious Easter day, "The Lord is risen, He is not here:

Come, see the place where Jesus lay! But we believe that Thou didst quell The banded powers of death and hell.

We saw Thee not return on high;
And now, our longing sight to bless,
No ray of glory from the sky

Shines down upon our wilderness :
Yet we believe that Thou art there,

And seek Thee, Lord, in praise and prayer.

"I KNOW IN WHOM I HAVE BELIEVED."

ROM tangled ways by which I wan

dered far

In realms of doubt unlit of moon or star, Where muttering fears and legioned phantoms

are,

Jesus, I come.

'Tis not that I have found Thy temple's base, Or yet among the clouds its top can trace, Enough, henceforth I see its inner grace, Enough for me.

How rolls Thy Jordan to the wondrous sea
Of boundless Godhead still is hid from me,
I have such need to be baptized of Thee,
Dear Christ, I come!

I see Thy white feet on Judea's hills,
I hear the melting flow of Kedron's rills,
Time's dreary desert all that vision fills,
I know not how.

The ages show their garnered sheaves of thought,
By all the gleaning generations brought,
Some secret mildew on them all hath wrought,
No food is there.

But in an upper room in Palestine

Is one that giveth mystic bread and wine,
I reach out for that nourishment divine,
And faint no more.

Oh, many hands tear down Thy fane to-day,
Yet lo! its stones all man's true building stay;
Give unto me the gold without the clay,
Oh, great High Priest.

The marvels of Thy beauty draws me so,
The sweetness of Thy sacrificial woe,
Divinest vision that the world can show,
Stay in my sight!

Though Reason close this way her sullen door, Her scornful bolts shall baffle me no more,

Faith hath her secret wings by which to soar; Faith bear me in!

"SEEK YE MY FACE-THY FACE, Lord, WILL I SEEK."

|HROUGH my life, Thy spirit striving From Thy holy place,

Wandering, I have heard Thy guiding,—

"Child, seek ye my face."

Wandering after earthly treasure,

I have turned away;

Meanwhile, Thou my steps didst measure,

Lest too far I'd stray.

And when at some idol's splendor

I have laid my trust,

Thou hast, with a care so tender,

Trodden it to dust.

Low beside some fountain streaming
I have knelt to drink,

There to quench my thirsty.dreaming

At its luring brink;

Thou didst trouble, then, the waters,

Till I turn'd aside,

And I knew it was an angel

Touch'd its failing tide.

Now the living Fountain given

Rises in its place,

And I rise from earth to heaven,

Seeking, Lord, Thy face!

High Thy altar-fire is burning;
There my lamp I light;

And my soul, from "strange fire" turning,
Bows with veiled sight.

Far behind me, o'er life's mountains,

Fade my tents in night

Pilgrim from the wasted fountains

Follower after Light

Trembler for Thy love immortal-
Listener, till Thou speak-
Worshipper, "Seek ye my face,"

Thy face, Lord, will I seek."