And oft as faith has caught some glimpse serene, My grave, so long a dark and drear abyfs, Lange. THE FATHER, redeEMER, GUIDE. FATHER-EYE, that hath so truly watch'd, Still do thou lead me on with faithful care The narrow path to heaven where I would go, And train me for the life that waits me there, Alike through love and lofs, through weal and wo. O my Redeemer, who for me waft flain, That now my heart can reft in perfect peace; Still more and more do thou my soul redeem, Though Evil oft the mightiest power may seem, O Holy Spirit, who with gentleft breath Doft teach to pray, doft comfort or reprove, Who giveft us all joy and hope and faith, Through whom we live at peace with God in love; Make me a holy temple of my God, Spitta. FOR THE SABBATH MORNING. L' IGHT of light enlighten me Now anew the day is dawning; Sun of grace, the fhadows flee, Fount of all our joy and peace, and grace mercy feed me; Blefs thy word that it may prove Kindle Thou the sacrifice That upon my lips is lying; Clear the fhadows from mine eyes That, from every error flying, No ftrange fire within me glow That Thine altar doth not know. Let me with my heart to-day, All my soul to thee upspringing, How they worship thee in Heaven. Reft in me and I in thee, Build a Paradise within me; Oh reveal thyself to me, Bleffed Love, who diedft to win me; Fed from thine exhaustless urn, Pure and bright my lamp fhall burn. Hence all care, all vanity, For the day to God is holy; Come thou glorious majesty Deign to fill this temple lowly; Nought to-day my soul fhall move, Simply refting in thy love. B. Schmolck. 1731. DEATH. BEYO A LITTLE WHILE. EYOND the smiling and the weeping, Beyond the waking and the sleeping, Beyond the sowing and the reaping, I fhall be soon. Love, reft, and home! Sweet home! Lord, tarry not, but come. Beyond the blooming and the fading, Beyond the fhining and the fhading, Beyond the hoping and the dreading, I fhall be soon. Love, reft, and home! Sweet home! Lord, tarry not, but come. Beyond the rifing and the setting, Beyond the calming and the fretting, Love, reft, and home! Sweet home! Lord, tarry not, but come. Beyond the parting and the meeting, Beyond the farewell and the greeting, I fhall be soon. Love, reft, and home! Sweet home! Lord, tarry not, but come. Beyond the froft-chain and the fever, Beyond the rock-waste and the river, I fhall be soon. Love, reft, and home! Sweet home! Lord, tarry not, but come. /Rev. Dr. Bonar. |