Not for earth's treasures, for her joys the dearest,
Would I my supplications raise to Thee;
Not for the hopes that to my heart are nearest,
But only that I give that heart to Thee.
pray that Thou wouldst guide and guard ne
Cleanse, by Thy power, from every stain of sin;
I will Thy blessing ask on each endeavor, And thus Thy promised peace my soul shall win.
TO-DAY, beneath Thy chastening eye,
I crave alone for peace and rest;
Submissive in Thy hand to lie,
And feel that it is best.
A marvel seems the universe,
A miracle our life and death;
A mystery which I cannot pierce,
Around, above, beneath.
And now my spirit sighs for home,
And longs for light whereby to see,
And, like a weary child, would come
O Father! unto Thee.
Though oft, like letters traced in sand,
My weak resolves have passed away;
In mercy lend Thy helping hand,
Unto my prayer to-day!
RETURN UNTO THY REST, Ò MY SOUL.'
L. M.
RETURN, my soul, unto thy rest,
From vain pursuits and maddening cares; From lonely woes that wring the breast, The world's allurements, toils, and snares. Return unto thy rest, my soul,
From all the wanderings of thy thought;
From sickness unto death made whole;
Safe through a thousand perils brought.
Then to thy rest, my soul, return,
From passions every hour at strife ;
Sin's works, and ways, and wages, spurn,
Lay hold upon eternal life.
THE SOUL LONGING FOR HOME.
O FATHER! fix this wavering will,
That wanders far and wide,
And teach me that true peace is found
In staying at Thy side.
O Father! fix this restless heart
That still abroad will roam;
I long to rest my weary feet,
I long to find my home.
O, WHERE shall rest be found,
Rest for the weary soul?
'T were vain the ocean depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole:
The world can never give
The rest for which we sigh;
'Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.
In Thee we end our quest;
Alone are found in Thee
The life of perfect love, the rest
Of immortality.
THERE REMAINETH A REST.'
C. M.
LORD, I believe a rest remains,
To all Thy people known;
A rest where pure enjoyment reigns,
And Thou art loved alone.
A rest, where all our soul's desire
Is fixed on things above;
Where fear, and sin, and grief expire,
Cast out by perfect love.
O that I now that rest might know,
Believe, and enter in!
Now, Father, now the power bestow,
And let me cease from sin.
Remove all hardness from my heart,
All unbelief remove;
To me the rest of faith impart,
The sabbath of Thy love.
THOU, Great Creator, art possessed,
And Thou alone, of perfect rest;
But we must toil and toil again,
With wearied strength and frequent pain.
And yet our hearts that love Thee well,
Still long with Thee in peace to dwell;
Nor dost Thou cease, where'er we roam,
To bid us rest in Thee, our home.
ETERNAL Source of light divine!
Fountain of unexhausted love!
O, let Thy glories on me shine,
From earth beneath, from heaven above!
Thou art the weary wanderer's rest; Give me Thine easy yoke to bear; With steadfast patience arm my breast. With spotless love and lowly fear.
Be Thou, O Rock of Ages! nigh,
So shall each murmuring thought be gone,
And grief and fear and care shall fly,
As clouds before the midday sun.
Speak to my warring passions, Peace!
Speak to my troubled heart, Be still!
Thy power my strength and fortress is,
For all things serve Thy holy will.
THOU hidden love of God, whose height,
Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows;
I see from far Thy beauteous light,
Inly I sigh for Thy repose.
My heart is pained; nor can it be
At rest, till it find rest in Thee.
Thy secret voice invites me still
The sweetness of Thy yoke to prove;
And fain I would; but though my will
Seem fixed, yet wide my passions rove;
Yet hindrances strew all the way;
I aim at Thee, yet from Thee stray.
'Tis mercy all, that Thou hast brought
My mind to seek her peace in Thee;
Yet, while I seek, but find Thee not,
No peace my wandering soul shall see.
O, when shall all my wanderings end,
And all my steps to Thee-ward tend!
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