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So, faith and patience, wait awhile !

Not doubting, not in fear ; For soon in heaven my Father's smile

Shall render all things clear.

Then shalt Thou end Time's short eclipse,

Its short uncertain night; Bring in the grand apocalypse :

Reveal the perfect Light.

G. RAIV'SON.

362.—Light out of Darkness.

Psalm cxii. 4.

We ask for peace, O Lord,

Yet not to stand secure,
Girt round with iron pride,

Contented to endure :
Crushing the gentle strings

That human hearts should know,
Untouched by others' joy,

Or others' woe ;-
Thou, O dear Lord, wilt never teach us so.
We ask Thy peace, O Lord !

Through storm, and fear, and strise,
To light and guide us on,

Through a long, struggling life :
While no success or gain

Shall cheer the desperate fight,
Or nerve, what the world calls

Our wasted might,- [light. Yet pressing through the darkness to the It is Thine own, O Lord :

Who toil while others sleep,
Who sow with loving care

What other hands shall reap,
They lean on Thee entranced,

In calm and perfect rest :
Give us that peace, O Lord,

Divine and blest,
Thou keepest for those hearts who love

Thee best.

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In holy contemplation,

We sweetly then pursue The theme of God's salvation,

And find
Set free from present sorrow,

We cheerfully can say,
E'en let the unknown morrow

Bring with it what it may ; It can bring with it nothing

But He will bear us through ; Who gives the lilies clothing,

Will clothe His people too Beneath the spreading heavens,

No creature but is fed ; And He who feeds the ravens,

Will give His children bread.

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Though vine or fig-tree neither

Their wonted fruit should bear, Though all the field should wither,

Nor flocks nor herds be there ; Yet God the same abiding,

His praise shall tune my voice ; For, while in Him confiding,

I cannot but rejoice.

I cannot see the secret things

In this my dark abode ; I may not reach with earthly wings

The heights and depths of God.

W. COW PER.

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363.-Casting our Care on God.

1 PETER v. 7. ROFESSOR ANSTICE (King's Col

lege, London), dying at Torquay in his twenty-eighth year, dictated this

and his other Hymns to his wife during the last few weeks of his life. They

were composed just at the period of the day (the afternoon) when he most felt the oppression of his illness—all his brighter morning hours being given to pupils up to the very day of his death." In some collections this Hymn is considerably altered. Its form, as here given, is from the Child's Christian Year.

Saviour Divine,
For Thou art all to me,

And I am Thine.
Is there on earth a closer bond than this-
That “my Beloved's mine, and I am

His?"

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88.6. O LORD, how happy should we be

If we could cast our care on Thee,

If we from self could rest ; And feel at heart that One above In perfect wisdom, perfect love,

Is working for the best.

Thine am I by all ties :

But chiefly Thine,
That through Thy sacrifice,

Thou, Lord, art mine.
By Thine own cords of love, so sweetly

wound Around me, I to Thee am closely bound.

How far from this our daily life !
How oft disturbed by anxious strife,

By sudden wild alarms !
Oh, could we but relinquish all
Our earthly props, and simply fall

On Thine Almighty arms !

To Thee, Thou bleeding Lamb,

I all things owe ;
All that I have and am,

And all I know.
All that I have is now no longer mine,
And I am not mine own : Lord, I am

Thine.

Could we but kneel and cast our load, E’en while we pray, upon our God ;

Then rise with lightened cheer, Sure that the Father, who is nigh To still the famished ravens cry,

Will hear in that we fear.

How can I, Lord, withhold

Life's brightest hour
From Thee; or gathered gold,

Or any power?
Why should I keep one precious thing

from Thee, When Thou hast given Thine own dear

Self for me?

We cannot trust Him as we should ;
So chafes weak nature's restless mood

To cast its peace away ;
But birds and flowers around us preach ;
All, all the present evil teach

Sufficient for the day.

I pray Thee, Saviour, keep

Me in Thy love,
Until death's holy sleep

Shall me remove.
To that fair realm where, sin and sorrow

Lord, make these faithless hearts of ours Such lessons learn from birds and flowers;

Make them from self to cease, Leave all things to a Father's will, And taste, before Him lying still, E'en in affliction, peace.

JOSEPH ANSTICE.

o'er, Thou and Thine own are one for ever

more.

C. E. MUDIE,

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And when on joyful wing

Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,

Upward I fly;
Still all my song shall be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee.

SARAH F. ADAMS.

366.-Bethel.

GENESIS xxviii. 12. HIS familiar Hymn was originally

published in Hymns and Anthems, prepared by Mr. C. J. Fox for the

use of the congregation meeting at Finsbury Circus, and has found a place in the hymn-books of almost all sections of the Church. A verse has been added to give evangelical completeness to the whole, but it has not lived :

"Christ alone beareth me

Where Thou dost shine ;
Joint-heir He maketh me

Of the Divine !
In Christ my soul shall be
Nearest, my God, to Thee,

Nearest to Thee."

367.—“ Thy Will be Done."

MATTHEW xxvi. 39. HIS favourite Hymn is given here as it appears in Selections from the Poems of Charlotte Elliott, published by the

Religious Tract Society. Many hymnbooks add two verses:

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E'en if again I ne'er should see
The friend more dear than life to me,
Ere long we both shall be with 'Thee ;

Thy will be done!"
the Hymn concluding with the stanza :
“Then, when on earth I breathe no more

The prayer, oft mixed with tears before,
I'll sing upon a happier shore, -

Thy will be done !" These verses are inferior to the rest, and were added by the author for special occasions. They are therefore omitted in the standard edition of her Hymns and Poems.

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Far from her home, fatigued, opprest, Here she has found a place of rest; An exile still, yet not unblest

While she can cling to Thee.

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On Thy compassion I repose,

In weakness and distress; I will not ask for greater ease,

Lest I should love Thee less; O'tis a blessed thing for me

To need Thy tenderness !

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PHILIPPIANS I. 22. LMOST every hymn-book which gives

us this quaint, heartfelt strain of the old Nonconformist has changed the last line of the first stanza thus :

Thy love has many a lighted path

No outward eye can trace ;
And my heart sees Thee in the deep,

With darkness on its face,
And communes with Thee, 'mid the

storm, As in a secret place.

"To soar to endless day." The alteration may be an improvement; but the original line in its ruggedness contains an application of Christ's parable (“The Labourers in the Vineyard ") which Baxter himself would have been sorry to lose. Not that the interpretation is quite sound. The parable speaks of the various times at which men began their work, and refers rather to external privileges than to the personal call of grace. Baxter applies it to the earlier or later ending of the task of life. Then, again, surely a longer life gives, with all its trials and dangers, an opportunity to win a larger blessedness in heaven! Still the Hymn may stand as a fine comment on the motto-text from the Apostle Paul ; and the last four lines are truly golden !

It may be added that some editors (as the late Dean Alford in his Year of Praise) alter the conclusion of the first verse thus :

" If life be long, my days are blest

When they are spent for Thee ;
If short my course, I sooner rest,

From sin and trouble free."

When I am feeble as a child,

And flesh and heart give way, Then on Thy everlasting strength

With passive trust I stay ; And the rough wind becomes a song,

The darkness shines like day.

There is no death for me to fear,

For Christ, my Lord, hath died ; There is no curse in this my pain,

For He was crucified ;
And it is fellowship with Him

That keeps me near His side.

The Hymn is part (verses 4, 7, 8) of a longer poem, entitled, “ The Covenant and Confidence of Faith ;" written to soothe and confort Baxter's afflicted wife. It begins :

'My whole, though broken heart, O Lord ;"

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