And will man alone be dumb, Till that glorious kingdom come? Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise. Saints below, with heart and voice, Borne upon their latest breath, Songs of praise their powers employ. Montgomery. The Angel of Patience. TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN. HROUGHOUT this earth in, stillness, An angel walks abroad, For consoling in our weakness He is strengthened of the Lord; Peace in his look abideth, With a mild and quiet grace, Oh! follow where he guideth, Follow Patience in thy race. He ever truly leads thee Through suffering here below, And speaking oft to cheer thee, A brighter time he'll show. Does thy heart sink despairing? He calms to quiet sadness The anguish of thy breast; Thy tears no anger cause him, With grace he stills thy soul. Not for all anxious questions "Endure-soon ends thy care.” M. S. M. Incompleteness. OTHING resting in its own completeness. Spring's real glory dwells not in the meaning, Gracious though it be, of her blue hours; But is hidden in her tender leaning To the summer's richer wealth of flowers. Dawn is fair, because the mists fade slowly Childhood's smiles unconscious graces borrow Life is only bright when it proceedeth Learn the mystery of progression duly, Nor dare to blame God's gifts for incompleteness; In that want their beauty lies: they roll Towards some infinite depth of love and sweetness, Bearing onwards man's reluctant soul. A. A. Procter. Nearer to Thee. EARER, my God, to Thee,- E'en though it be a cross Still all my song would be, Though like the wanderer, Darkness be o'er me, My rest a stone; Yet, in my dreams, I'd be Nearer, my God, to Thee, There let the way appear All that Thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee, Then with my waking thoughts Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise; So by my woes to be Or if on joyful wing, Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Still all my song shall be, Christ alone beareth me Where Thou dost shine: Joint-heir He maketh me Of the Divine! In Christ my soul shall be Nearer to Thee. S. F. Adams. |