And He-or be thy peaceful way Will be thy Morning Star. Safe in the tempest as the calm, THY WANDERING BOY. Has he thy tireless love forgot? Are thy gray hairs remembered not? And for thy tears with scoffs replied, Is he a wanderer from thy dome Still, as sad rumor to thy ear Tells heavily, how frail thy stay, To Him who bottles every tear, Perhaps upon the bed of pain, Away he lies a victim now; Whose touch might cool his burning brow; While thinking of the holy joy Thou knew'st, e'er sin knew to betray, For him, that lovely, ruined boy, Do thou in earnest, pray. By the bright spring of childhood's love, Sat once-the brow, contentment's throne: The beauty that unto thy heart Appeals with power of boyhood's day, Go, aged father! weep apart And trembling, hoping, pray. And if, for thee, there linger yet The dregs of this world's bitterest cup, The penitent, 'twas good to pray. THE CROSS. SYMBOL of shame-mysterious sign Symbol of hope to those that stray,— Symbol of tears-I look, and mourn His woes, whose soul for mine was riven; Where, wanderer, is thy due return To heaven? Symbol of empire-thou shalt rise And shine, where lands in darkness sit, On Indian domes that greet the skies And minaret. Symbol of glory-when no more The monarch seeks a fleeting throne, Thy victim once, shall worlds adore The God alone. CHILDREN'S WORSHIP. FIRST VOICE. O, TELL me, while the blessed ones Discoursing words of melody To instruments of gold; While thousand thousands pass the praise, Where kneeling ranks are seen; And voices, as the talk of seas, And hearken, while inferior chords SECOND VOICE. Once, unto Him in Palestine, Was sung an infant hymn; Abashed the Sanhedrim; And own'd the lowly Teacher, who Incarnate, was from high; Whom Jewish men nailed up in scorn, With murderers to die. Now, Lord of all, unto his ear Well pleasing is the song, That rises with the Sabbath sun, From childhood's happy throng; For he that spans the rolling worlds, Never disdains when infant years But kindly through disparting skies His shining way he rends, To hear the early hymn that with music blends; His upper Descending to the lowly praise That breathes from lips of love, Unmindful of the song that breaks Around his throne above. FIRST AND SECOND VOICES. Then while in blessedness we walk Where angels never trod, We'll give, with holy cheerfulness, On this the Saviour looketh down And for this worship leaves awhile |