IV. Death may awhile his victims slay, When God His wars has finished: Our way to eternal joy is to suffer here with Christ; M PATIENCE IN AFFLICTION. Emily Taylor. OURNER in Zion! do not weep: The Lord thou lov'st may long delay Yet still thy patient vigils keep; That soothing voice shall all repay. O weep no more! thy God shall hear : Thine humble cry shall reach His ear, 11 Cor. xv. 26. Rev. xx. 14. And though His hand to thee may deal And though across thy path may steal A time shall come, when, O how sweet- Turn hither, turn, no more to stray." And He shall give thee songs of cheer, The Lord thy God shall comfort thee. Our way to eternal joy is to suffer here with Christ ; WEDNESDAY BEFORE EASTER. ST. LUKE. xxii. 42. J. Kebie. LORD my God, do Thou Thy holy will- I will not stir, lest I forsake Thine arm, And break the charm Which lulls me, clinging to my Father's breast, In perfect rest. Wild Fancy, peace! thou must not me beguile With thy false smile; I know thy flatteries and thy cheating ways; Be silent, Praise, Blind guide with siren voice, and blinding all That hear thy call. Come, Self-devotion, high and pure, Their blessing, who by faith can wean Their hearts from sense, and learn to love God only, and the joys above. They say, who know the life divine, Which for our Lord's redeem'd is set, Nor deem, who to that bliss aspire, The writhings of a wounded heart And there are souls that seem to dwell Floats round their steps, where'er they move, Such wedded souls our God shall own Thus every where we find our suffering God, May set our steps: the Cross on Calvary Beams on the martyr host, a beacon light To the still wrestlings of the lonely heart The virtue of His midnight agony, When none was nigh, Save God and one good angel, to assuage Mortal! if life smile on thee, and thou find Think, who did once from Heaven to Hell descend So shalt thou dare forego, at His dear call, "O Father! not my will, but Thine be done"So spake the Son. Be this our charm, mellowing Earth's ruder noise That we may cling for ever to Thy breast Our way to eternal joy is to suffer here with Christ; H WHO IS ALONE? "Gems of Sacred Poetry." OW heavily the path of life Is trod by him who walks alone; Who hears not, on his dreary way, |