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Nor luck: though drifting to and fro
Chances and changes come and go ;
Though joys are broken lights empearld
On wild waves of this troublous world ;
Though unsuspected griefs and woes
Rise, ere a whisper whence they rose;
Though oft the crystal morning-light
Is dark with tempest long ere night;
Though smiles and tears are driven away,
Like sun and cloud some April day ;
Though hopes elate, or fears appall,
Not luck, but Love is over all.

“LORD, SAVE ME.”

“A RUIN'D sinner, lost, undone, — Lord Jesu, hear my cry: The brand of guilt is on my soul; Lord, save me, or I

die.” “I will, thou wreck’d and ruin'd one: before thee, lo, I

stand; Upon my bosom throw thyself, and grasp my pierced

hand.

I will not spurn thee from my side for all thy rags and

chains, I love thee;

come to me, and wash thy dark and crimson stains."

“ Ten thousand talents, Lord, I owe, - nothing have I to

pay ; I dare not come, whose nakedness would shame the light

of day."

“Come unto me, thou bankrupt soul; why dost thou linger

yet?

With my own life-blood I have paid the last mite of thy

debt. My wealth, my goodness, give I thee, and, for thy royal

dress, Will clothe thee with a seamless robe, my perfect right

eousness.”

“I fain would come, I fain would pray, my tears alone

must speak; I come;

yet seems my strengthless heart too wayward and too weak.”

I come to thee, come thou to me, thou weary one, and

rest;

And my meek Spirit shall abide within thy troubled

breast.

His life and love, His power and peace, His majesty and

might, Are with thee; listen to His voice; He speaks, and there

is light.”

“I come, He draws me; I am thine, Lord Jesu, Thou art I ask no more, if only thus upon me Thou wilt shine.” “My Father loves thee, and I love; my Spirit dwells in

thee: Herein is life, and joy, and heaven, and immortality. But haply clouds will come, and hide thy Saviour from

thine eyes ;

Say, wilt thou love me on beneath those future wintry

skies?”

“I only cast me on Thee, Lord; I love Thee, though

unseen ;

But when shall this dividing veil be raised that hangs

between ?” “ Press onward, ransom'd one, press on to that celestial

realm : The voyage may be rough and long, but I am at the helm : The wilderness is void and vast ; but, see, I go before

thee : The battle may be fierce; but I lead on before to glory.”

“And shall I never leave Thy side upon that blissful shore. But see Thee in Thy glorious home, and love Thee ever“ For ever — thou shalt share my throne, my Father's

more?

face behold, And swell the rapturous melodies of thousand harps of

gold; Fear not, for I will greet thee with my well-remember'd

smile: Press on, be faithful unto death — 'tis but a little while.”

Hinton Martell, 1853.

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