Commit thy way to God. OMMIT thy way to God, The weight which makes thee faint; Worlds are to Him no load, To Him breathe thy complaint. He who for winds and clouds Maketh a pathway free, Through wastes, or hostile crowds, Can make a way for thee. Thou must in Him be blest, On His work must Thou rest Father! Thy faithful love, Or what will hurt Thy child. Nor suff'rest them to lose. All means always possessing, Invincible in might; Thy doings are all blessing, Hope then, though woes be doubled, This prison where thou art, Thy God will break it soon, And flood with light thy heart In His own blessed noon. Up, up! the day is breaking, Thy troubles from thee shaking, Thou wearest not the crown, Nor the best course canst tell; God sitteth on the throne, And guideth all things well. Trust Him to govern, then! No king can rule like Him; How wilt thou wonder when Thine eyes no more are dim! To see those paths which vex thee, Faithful the love thou sharest, Paul Gerhardt. He doeth all things well. HOPED that with the brave and strong My portioned task might lie; To toil amid the busy throng, With purpose pure and high: But God has fixed another part, I said so with my breaking heart, These weary hours will not be lost, These days of misery, These nights of darkness, tempest-tost,― Can I but turn to Thee; With secret labour to sustain In patience every blow, To gather fortitude from pain, If Thou shouldst bring me back to life, More wise, more strengthened for the strife, Thus should I keep my vow; But, Lord! whatever be my fate, Oh, let me serve Thee now! Anne Brontë. Love to God. E love Thee, Lord, yet not alone 'Tis not alone because Thy names Of wisdom, power, and love, We love Thee, Lord, because when we Thou didst recal our wandering souls Into the heavenward way; When helpless, hopeless, we were lost Thou didst send forth a guiding ray Because when we forsook Thy ways, Thou wert not the avenging Judge, Yet Thou forsakest not: Because, O Lord, Thou lovedst us With everlasting love: Because Thy Son came down to die, That we might live above; Because, when we were heirs of wrath, Thou gavest hopes of heaven: Yes; much we love, who much have sinned, And much have been forgiven. I. A. E. |