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IV.

Death may awhile his victims slay,
Though of his terrors minished;
But he shall perish in the day1

When God His wars has finished:
Heaven and earth resound the strain,
Death by Jesus Christ is slain !

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 :
From dwellings of adversity

Thine humble cry shall reach His ear,
And soon His voice shall answer thee.

11 Cor. xv. 26. Rev. xx. 14.

And though His hand to thee may deal
The bitter bread of earthly woe,

And though across thy path may steal
The waves of sorrow, sad and slow,

A time shall come, when, O how sweet-
A voice, a heavenly voice, shall say;
"This is the pathway for thy feet;

Turn hither, turn, no more to stray."

And He shall give thee songs of cheer,
And O how blest thy heart shall be !
Mourner in Zion, dry the tear,

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.

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LORD my God, do Thou Thy holy will-
I will lie still-

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,
Thoughts that in thankfulness endure,
Though dearest hopes are faithless found,
And dearest hearts are bursting round.
Come, Resignation, spirit meek,
And let me kiss thy placid cheek,
And read in thy pale eye serene

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,
And upward gaze with eagle eyne,
That by each golden crown on high,
Rich with celestial jewelry,

Which for our Lord's redeem'd is set,
There hangs a radiant coronet,
All gemm'd with pure and living light,
Too dazzling for a sinner's sight,
Prepar'd for virgin souls, and them
Who seek the martyr's diadem.

Nor deem, who to that bliss aspire,
Must win their way through blood and fire.

The writhings of a wounded heart
Are fiercer than a foeman's dart.
Oft in Life's stillest shade reclining,
In Desolation unrepining,
Without a hope on earth to find
A mirror in an answering mind,
Meek souls there are, who little dream
Their daily strife an Angel's theme,
Or that the rod they take so calm,
Shall prove in Heaven a martyr's palm.

And there are souls that seem to dwell
Above this earth-so rich a spell

Floats round their steps, where'er they move,
From hopes fulfilled, and mutual love.
Such, if on high their thoughts are set,
Nor in the stream the source forget,
If prompt to quit the bliss they know,
Following the Lamb where'er He go,
By purest pleasures unbeguiled
To idolize or wife or child;

Such wedded souls our God shall own
For faultless virgins round His throne.

Thus every where we find our suffering God,
And where He trod

May set our steps: the Cross on Calvary
Uplifted high

Beams on the martyr host, a beacon light
In open fight.

To the still wrestlings of the lonely heart
He doth impart

The virtue of His midnight agony,

When none was nigh,

Save God and one good angel, to assuage
The tempest's rage.

Mortal! if life smile on thee, and thou find
All to thy mind,

Think, who did once from Heaven to Hell descend
Thee to befriend:

So shalt thou dare forego, at His dear call,
Thy best, thine all.

"O Father! not my will, but Thine be done"So spake the Son.

Be this our charm, mellowing Earth's ruder noise
Of griefs and joys;

That we may cling for ever to Thy breast
In perfect rest!

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,
Affection's sweet and cheering tone;

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