NOT luck though drifting to and fro
Chances and changes come and go;
Though joys are broken lights empearl'd
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."

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"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 crim

son 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 evermore?"

"For ever thou shalt share my throne, my Father's

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.