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Be thou my guide;
From thee aside.
Shall o'er me roll,
A ransomed soul.
C. P. M. HENRY MOORE
And soft the vernal gale:
That gladden every vale.
That whispers sins forgiven;
Of peace and promised heaven.
Unnumbered charms unfold :
That robe the clouds in gold.
And brighter far the prospects rise,
From glories all divine.
Peace after a Storm.
And smiling day once more appears,
The folly of my doubts and fears.
And blush that I should ever be
Or harbor one hard thought of thee.
What I am still so slow to learn,-
Nor knows the shadow of a turn.
But when my faith is sharply tried,
Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide.
Subdues the disobedient will,
And thy rebellious child is still.
L. M. Mrs. COTTERILL
The hearts of all men in thy hand !
2 Our wishes, our desires, control;
That stands between ourselves and thep
When we can look through them to thee,
Of love, and gratitude, and praise.
May we to thee all glory give,
CHRISTIAN CHARACTER AND LIFE 339.
The holy gospel we profess :
To prove the doctrine all divine.
The honors of our Saviour, God,
And grace subdues the power of sin
Passion and envy, lust and pride,
Our inward piety approve.
While we expect that blessed hope,
To new-commencing strife;
Behold the Christian's life!
Revealed in sacred lore;
Where soldiers war no more;
Beneath the Saviour's reign;
His holy realm profane ;
And night's alternate sway,
Upholds unbroken day;
Where grace achieves its plan;
Dwells face to face with man.
E. TAYLOR. “ Thou shalt love the Lord thy God.” 1 " Thus shalt thou love the Almighty Lord,
With all thy heart, and soul, and mind •
For counsel and reproof designed. 2 « With all thy heart;” no idol thing,
Though close around the heart it twine,
3 “ With all thy mind ;" each varied power,
Creative fancy, musings high,
These must religion sanctify. 4. “ With soul and strength ;" thy days of ease
While vigor nerves each youthful limb, And hope and joy, and health and peace,
All must be freely brought to him.
While yet they sojourn here,
And spend them in his fear.
2 'Midst hourly cares, may love present
Its incense to thy throne;
Our hearts be thine alone.
3 As sanctified to noblest ends,
Be each refreshment sought;
Some wise instruction brought. 4 When to laborious duties called,
Or by temptations tried,
And in thy strength confide.
Let all our days be past ;