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For who, that once Thy voice has heard,
Thy perfect beauty seen,
Or love her guileful mein ?
When the soft dews of kindly sleep
Thy wisdom guides, Thy will directs,
Then, as the sun illumes the skies,
Earth's weary children to repose ;
Gently, the night's soft curtains close.
Soon o'er a world, in sleep reclininy,
Numberless stars, through yonder dark, Shall look, like eyes of cherubs shining
From out the veils that hide the Ark.
Guard us, oh Thou, who never sleepest,
Thou who, in silence throned above, Throughout all time, unwearied, keepest
Thy watch of Glory, Pow'r, and Love.
Our souls, awhile from life withdrawn,
The Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye : My noon-day walks He will attend And all my midnight hours defend.
When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Though in a bare and rugged way,
With sudden green and herbage crown'd,
Though in the paths of death I tread,
Lighten our darkness, Lord; our eyes are veiled,
Our faith is weak, our hearts with sorrow bowed ; We totter on, by many a fear assailed,
And ignorance is round us like a cloudWithin that cloud be Thine the pillar bright, Send some clear star to cheer our heavy night!
Lighten our darkness ! be Thy.Holy Writ
A lamp to cheer our way and guide our feet ; A glorious torch, by Thine own Spirit lit,
Shewing the Rock wherein is our retreat ; Casting around so pure, so clear a day,
That Falsehood veils her eyes, and flees away.
Lighten our darkness, we beseech Thee, Lord,
When in the shadow of the vale of death ;
And comfort from Thy Spirit, feed our faith, And from the opening heaven send forward light, To make the passage to Thy presence bright.
M. A. BROWNE.
XIII. THE GRACE OF GOD.
By grace ye are saved through faith; and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God.-Eph. ii. 8.
Unto every one is given grace according to the measure of the gift of Christ.- Eph. iv, 7.
How shall I follow Him I serve ?
How shall I copy Him I love ?
Which lead me to His seat above ?
Thou who for Peter's faith didst pray,
Against whose blessed self were hurl'd The tempter's dartbe Thou my stay,
Help me to overcome the world!
Thy grace can make the boastful meek,
The wav'ring firm, the sinful pure; Put heav'nly might upon the weak, And make those happy who endure.
Forbid it, Lord, that we
Who from Thy hand receive
Should e'er that Spirit grieve.
O keep our faith alive,
Help us to watch and pray ; Lest by our carelessness we drive
The sacred Guest away.
How can we bear to lose
Our best and kindest Friend,
And joys that never end !