But he nor trusted thee, nor fear'd; Or 'gainst thy scowlings beat: O for a faith! the faith of Paul,- And from earth's pleasures wean Then all I think, or hear, or see, And thou, fair sea!-for be thy form, Or heaved and froth'd abroad by storm, I love thee for thy Maker's sake, One hour upon this lonely shore, Where Paul before me trod, Hath lent me wings in hope to soar, And commune with my God: Oh would this fresh'ning southern breeze, That murmurs gently through the trees, And spreads their scents abroad, Bear hither, as my longings rise, The loaded gales of Paradise! What is Life's course, by day and night, But an unstable sea, Now wrestling in malicious might, I heed nor blame-it has its hour- O give me grace, my gracious King, The woes its boisterous tempests bring, Then every breeze shall echo, 'Come,' To Canaan's blissful land; Where rolling thunders cease to roar, Latrobe. HORA NOVISSIMA. JAR down the ages now, Her journey well-nigh done, In haste to reach the crown. The story of the past Comes up before her view; How well it seems to suit her still, Of Old, and yet ever new. 'Tis the same story still grace and love still flowing down To pardon and to bless. 'Tis the old sorrow still, The brier and the thorn; And 'tis the same old solace yet, The hope of coming morn. No wider is the gate, No broader is the way, No smoother is the ancient path That leads to light and day. No lighter is the load Beneath whose weight we cry, No tamer grows the rebel flesh, No less our enemy. No sweeter is the cup, Nor less our lot of ill; 'Twas tribulation ages since, 'Tis tribulation still. No greener are the rocks, No fresher flow the rills, No roses in the wilds appear, No vines upon the hills. Still dark the sky above, And sharp the desert air; 'Tis wide, bleak desolation round, And shadow everywhere. Dawn lingers on yon cliff; Morning still nestles on yon wave, No slacker grows the fight, No feebler is the foe, No less the need of armour tried, Nor less we feel the blank Thus onward still we press, Still faithful to our God, We follow where He leads the way, The kingdom in our view. Bonar. |