O THE PEACE OF GOD. PEACE of God, sweet peace of God! Where broods on earth this gentle dove? Where spread those pure and downy wings To fhelter him whom God doth love? Whence comes this bleffing of the soul, The peace of God, the peace of God! 'Mid chill as in the sunlight warm. O peace of God! earth hath no power Calm peace of God, in holy trust, Where Mercy's gentle tear-drop swells. Sweet peace, I see thy heavenly ray, Monthly Religious Magazine. AFFLICTION. WHA WORK. HAT are we set on earth for? Say, to toil· Nor seek to leave thy tending of the vines, For all the heat o' the day, till it declines, And Death's wild curfew fhall from work affoil. Take patience, labor, to their heart and hand, Mrs. E. B. Browning. LORD, fhall we grumble when thy flames do Scourge us? Our fins breathe fire; that fire returns to purge us. Francis Quarles. TR DISCIPLINE. REMBLE not, though darkly gather Still believe thy Heavenly Father Loves thee best when storms are nigh. When the sun of fortune shineth Soon its fruitfulness declineth, Parched and dry in every part. Then the plants of grace have faded In the dry and burning soil; Thorns and briers their growth have shaded- But the clouds are seen ascending; Yet the Lord, on high prefiding, See, at length the clouds are breaking Tempests have not paff'd in vain ; For the soul, revived, awaking, Bears its fruit and flowers again. Love divine has seen and counted RESIGNATION. N trouble and in grief, O God, IN Thy smile hath cheered my way; And joy hath budded from each thorn That round my footsteps lay. |