New Creation.

And bid a spring-tide, calm and bright,

Of holiness begin:

So let it lie with Heaven's grace
Full shining on its quiet face,

Like the young Earth in peace profound,
Amid the assuagèd waters round.

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FOR GRACE.

My stock lies dead, and no increase
Doth my dull husbandry improve :
Oh let thy graces without cease
Drop from above!

If still the sun should hide his face,
Thy house would but a dungeon prove,
Thy works night's captives: oh let grace
Drop from above!

The dew doth every morning fall:

And shall the dew outstrip thy dove? The dew for which grass cannot call Drop from above!

Death is still working like a mole,
And digs my grave at each remove:
grace work too, and on my soul
Drop from above!

Let

For Grace.

Sin is still hammering my heart
Unto a hardness void of love:
Let suppling grace, to cross his art,
Drop from above !

Oh come! for thou dost know the way;
Or if to me thou wilt not move,
Remove me where I need not say
Drop from above!

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FOR ENTIRE DEVOTION.

I PRAY not, Lord, to be redeemed from mortal

sorrow;

Redeem me only from my vain and mean self-love;

Then let each night of grief lead in a mourning

morrow,

Fear shall not shake my trust in thee, my peace above.

Yet while the Resurrection waves its signs august,

Like morning's dewy banners on a cloudless

sky,

My weak feet cling enamored to the parching dust,

And, on the sand, poor pebbles lure my roving

eye.

Ye witnessings of silent, sad Gethsemane, That shaded garden whence light breaks for all our earth,

For Entire Devotion.

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Around my anguish let your faithful influence be ! Ye prayers and sighs divine, be my immortal birth!

Vales of repentance mount to hills of high desire;

Seven times seven suffering years earn the Sabbatic rest;

Earth's fickle, cruel lap, alternate frost and

fire,

Tempers beloved disciples for the Master's breast.

O Way for all that live! heal us by pain and loss; Fill all our years with toil, and bless us with thy rod:

Thy bonds bring wider freedom; climbing, by the cross,

Wins that brave height where looms the city of our God!

O Sunshine, rising ever on our nights of sadness! O best of all our good, and pardoner of our

sin!

Look down with pity on our unbelieving mad

ness,

To Heaven's great welcome take us, homesick pilgrims, in!