WISDOM. ERE God had built the mountains, That feed the running rills; The wonderful I AM Found pleasures never wasting, And Wisdom is my name. When, like a tent to dwell in, He wrought by weight and measure; And I was with him then : Thus wisdom's words discover And couldst thou be delighted Who, when we saw thee slighted And mystery divine! The voice that speaks in thunder, HOPE BEYOND THE GRAVE. My soul, this curious house of clay, Must quickly fall to worms a prey, Canst thou by faith survey with joy The change before it come? And say, "Let death this house destroy, I have a heavenly home; "The Saviour. whom I then shall see "I feel this mud-wall cottage shake, That I my willing flight may take Burden'd and groaning then no more, Dear Saviour, help us now to seek POOR, YET RICH. "POOR and afflicted," Lord, are thine, Among the great unfit to shine; But though the world may think it strange, They would not with the world exchange. "Poor and afflicted," yes, they are, "Poor and afflicted," 'tis their lot, They know it, and they murmur not; 'Twould ill become them to refuse The state their Master deign'd to choose. "Poor and afflicted," but ere long They'll join the bright celestial throng; Their sufferings then will reach a close, And heav'n afford them sweet repose. And while they walk the thorny way, THE CHRISTIAN IN DEATH. THY triumphs, Faith, we need not take An evidence of things not seen, Go, search the cottager's lone room, No human consolation near, No voice to soothe, no friend to cheer; And nothing-but his SAVIOUR left. Fast sinking to his kindred dust, HUMILITY. THE bird that soars on highest wing, Sings in the shade when all things rest : |