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770 BROADWAY.

A FEW of the following poems may be consid- ered as rather irmtaUons than translations, al- though the ideas and structure are too much bor- rowed to allow them to be called original. It is hoped this small Selection may give pleasure to some who are not acquainted with the German language, and lead others to explore farther for themselves its treasures of devotional poetry

Bdinbubgh, December, 1853.

CONTENTS.

A gentle Angel walketh throughout a world Df

woe, 71

Ah ! grieve not so, nor so lament, 41

Ah ! this heart is void and chill, 78

All things are yours ! Oh ! sweet message of

mercy divine ! 61

Arise! ye lingering saints arise ! 25

Be still, my soul ! — the Lord is on thy side, 84

Behold me here, in grief draw near, 33

Come, brothers, let us onward, 43

Come forth ! come on, with solemn song!.... 108 Darkness reigns— the hum of life's commo- tion, 20

Depart, my child ! the Lord thy spirit calls,. . 23

Flow, my tears, flow still faster 92

God calling yet !— and shall I never hearken, 100

Here is my heart ! my God, I give it Thee,. . . 16

How blessed, from the bonds of sin . . 54

6 CONTENTS.

How weary and how worthless this life at

times appears ! 85

I have had my days of blessing, 102

I journey forth rejoicing, 59

I rest with Thee, Lord 1 ir hither should I go? 103

I will love Thee, all my treasure ! 67

If only He is mine, 96

Jesus, still lead on, 22

Jesus, Sun of Righteousness, 74

Jesus! what was that which drew Thee, 79

" Jesus' hour is not yet come," 8S

Lord, the waves are breaking o'er me and

around, 56

Meet again ! yes, we shall meet again, 95

My Father is the mighty Lord, ; 45

My God with me in every place, 27

My God ! I know that I must die, 34

My Jesus, as Thou wilt 1 47

Never couldst thou bear to grieve us, 3:)

0 silent Lamb ! for me Thou hast endured,. . . 1 '4

Oh ! how blessed are ye, daints forgiven,. ... 2S Oh! sweetest words that Jesus could have

sought, es

Once a merchant travelled far and wide, 81

Our beloved have departed, 77

CONTENTS. 7

Praise to Jehovah ! the almighty King of Cre- ation ! 107

Quietly rest the woods and dales, 32

Rejoice, all ye believers, 51

Remember me, my God ! remember me, 11

Return, return ! 75

Smiling, a bright-eyed seraph bent, 53

Sun of comfort, art thou fled for ever ? G5

Thou shalt rise ! my dust, thou shalt arise !.. 110

Tremble not, though darkly gather, 13

Weary, waiting to depart, 86

We praise and bless Thee, gracious Lord, — 90

Weep not, Jesus lives on high, 14

What no human eye hath seen, Ill

What mean ye by this wailing, 69

What shall I be, my Lord, when I behold

Thee, 99

Will that not joyful be, 9

Yes I our Shepherd leads with gentle hand,.. iO

8 CONTENTS

F rom Page 113.

Joy in.Believiug, 114

Lowly, 116

The Christian Cross, IIS

Song of the Sojourner, 119

The Christian Household, 121

The Two Journeys, 123

A Little While, 125

Shadow and Substance, . 127

The Missionary on the Sea-Shore, 129

Sabbatli Morning Hymn, 130

Charity 132

We too are Thine, 133

Submission, ... 135

A Pastor's Parting Words, 140

Be Thou my Friend, 142

As Thou wilt, 144

Sabbath Hymn, 146

What pleases God, 14S

At Last,. 150

The Graveyard, 152

Funeral Hymn, 154

Ministering Angels, 155

Tlie Midnight Cry, 157

Forever with the Lord, ........ 159

limn frflin tl»e fault of f «t|er.

JOYS TO COME.

** WiRD das nicht Freude seyn?"

"Everlasting joy shall be upon their heads: tbiiy shaC obtain gla<iness and joy." — Isa. 51 : 11.

Will that not joyful be, When we walk by faith no more, When the Lord we loved before,

As Brother-man we see; When He welcomes us above, When we share His smile of love,

Will that not joyful be?

Will not that joyfal be, When to meet us rise and come, All our buried treasures home,

A gladsome company 1 When our arms embrace again, Those we mourned so long in vain,

Will that not joyful be?

10 HYMNS FROM THE

Will that not joyful be, When the foes we dread to meet, Every one beneath our feet

We tread triumphantly ! When we never more can know Slightest touch of pain or woe,

Will that not joyful be?

WlU that not joyful be, When we hear what none can tell, And t]>e ringing chorus swell

Of angels' melody I When we join their songs of praise, Hallelujahs with them raise,

Will that net joyful be ?

Yes I that will joyftil be ; Let the world her gifts recall, There is bitterness in all :

Her joys are vanity I Courage, dear ones of my heart! Though it grieves us here to part,

There we will joyful be !

H. 0. VON SoUVTEiKiTa

LAND OP LUTHER. 11

DYING PETITIONS.

" Gedenkb mein, mein Gott."

" Remember me, my God 1 remember me,

In hour of deepest woe ; Thou art my only hope, my only plea,

Against th' accusing foe. Oh I sliow me now Thy full salvation, Oh I hear my dying supplication I

Remember me I"

" J think on thee, believer I tremble not. Thy Saviour still is near : i]f,re is my cross, my blood to cleanse each spot,

My promises to cheer. Is not my love unchanged, unshaken ? How shall mine own be e'er forsaken ? I thuak on thee 1"

** Remember me I man's help can naught avail

In the dark valley's shade ; My streng-th must faint, my flesh and heart must fail.

Oh I haste Thou to mine aid I , Silence and darkness o'er me stealing. Oh 1 be Thou still thyself revealing, — Remember me J'*

1% HYMNS FROM THE

'* I think on thee I soon in the letter laud Thou Shalt with me rejoice ; The harps of heaven are waiting for thy hand,

The chorus for thy voice : The anofel bands are round thee bending, Thy parting spirit close attending, —

I think on thee 1"

"Remember me ! by Thine own hour of pain,

Appear in mine to save Smooth tor my rest the couch where Thou hast lain.

The pillow of the grave ; And while the years of time are flying, In that lone place of darkness lying, — Remember me 1"

•* I think on thee ! thine own Redeemer lives,

Thy hope shall not be vain: When the last trump its solemn summons gives,

Thou shalt arise again. Now, go in peace, securely sleeping, Thy dust is safe in angels' keeping —

I think on tliee I"

LAND OF LUTHER. 13

** Remember me, and the afflicted band Whom I must leave behind I Pour consolation from Thine own rich hand

On mourning heait and mind. Oh ! hear this one, this last petition, Then shall I go in glad submission, —

Remember me ."

[ think on thee I with that sad band of love

I will in mercy deal ^ My tender sympathy their souls shaU prove

My Spirit's power to heal. The long-sought bliss sliall yet be given, The lost of earth are found in heaven, — I think on thee!"

'* Now, sweetly sleep ! angels thy soul re- ceive.

And bear to Jesus' breast: Long in our hearts th}^ memory shall live,

Here let thy body rest. Secure from earthly pain and sorrow, Till dawns the resuiTcction morrow. ^

Now, sweetly sleep!''

tJNBEKAlTNTBS.

14 HYMNS FROM THE

\^rEEP isroT.

" Weine nicht I"

"Tub Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping." — ^Pa^Xill 6:8.

Weep not — Jesus lives on high,

0 sad and wearied one I If thou with the burden sigh, Of grief thou canst not shun, Trust Him still. Soon there will Roses in the thicket stand, Goshen smile in Egypt's land.

Weep not — Jesus thinks of thee

When all beside forget, And on thee so lovingly His faithfulness has set,

That though all Ruin'd fall. Every thing on earth be shaken, Thou wilt never be forsaken.

Weep not — Jesus heareth thee, Hears thy meanings broken, Hears when thou right wearily All thy grief liast spoken-

Raise thy cry, He is nigh,

LAND OF LUTH'EK. IF

And when waves roll full in view, He shall fix their *' Hitherto."

Weep not — Jesus loveth thee,

Though ail around may seorn, And though poison 'd arrows be Upon thy buckler borne,

With His love. Naught can move; All may fail — ^yet only wait, He sliall make the crooked straight

Weep not — Jesus cares for thee,

Then what of good can fail? Why shouldst thou thus gloomily At thought of trouble quail ? He will bear All thy care ; And if He the burden take. He will all things perfect make

Weep not — Jesus comforts thee,

He yet shall come and save, And each sorrow thou shalt se^ Lie buried in thy grave.

Sill shall die. Grief shall fly, Thou hast wept thy latest tears When tho Lord of life appears !

B. SCHMOLS

16 UYMNS FROM THB

HERE IS MY HEART !

'* HiKR ist mein Here." " My 8on, give me thine heart." — Prov. 23 : 2<S.

Here is my heart ! — my God, I gi^e it Thee; I heard Thee call and say, 'Not to the world, my child, but unto me,^' —

I heard, and will obey. Here is love's offering to my King, "Which in glad sacrifice I bring. Here is my heart.

Here is ray heart ! — surely the gift, though poor.

My God will not despise ; Yainly and long I sought to make it pure To meet Tliy searching eyes: Corrupted first in Adam's fall, The stains of sin pollute it all. My guilty heart I

Here is my heart ! — my heart so hnrd before,

Now by Thy grace made meet; Yei bruised and wearied, it can only pour

Its anguish at Thy feet ;

LAND OF LTJTHETl. IT

It groans beneath the weight of sin, It sighs salvation's joy to win.

My mourning heart 1

^lere is my heart 1 — in Christ its longings end, Near to His cross it draws; It says, " Thou art my portion, 0 my friend I

Thy blood my ransom was." And in the Saviour it has found What blessedness and peace abound. My trusting heart !

Here is my heart I — ah I Holy Spirit, come,

its nature to renew, And consecrate it wholly as Thy home, A temple fair and true. Teach it to love and serve Thee more^ To fear Thee, trust Thee, and adore. My cleansed heart I

Here is my heart I — it trembles to dra\^ near

The glory of Thy throne ; Give it I he shining robe Thy servants wear. Of righteousness Thine own : Its pride and folly chase away, A.nd all its vanity, I pray.

My humbled heart I 2

f8 HYMNS FROM THB

Here is my heart! — teach it, 0 Lord, to cUtig

In gladness unto Thee ; And in the day of sorrow still to sing, '* Welcome, my GVod's decree." Believing, all its journey through, That Thou art wise, and just, and true. My waiting heart 1

Here is ray heart I — 0 Friend of friends, be near

To make each tempter fly ; And when my latest foe I wait with fear, Give me the victory I Gladly on Thy love reposing, Lei me say, when life is closing, " Bere is my heart I"

EhBENFBIED LlEDlCB.

DISCIPLINE.

"Zagk nicht."

Trembj.e not though darkly gather Clouds and tempests o'er thy sky,

Still believe thy Heavenly Father liovess thee best when storms are nigh.

LAND OP LUTHER. 19

When the sun of fortune shineth Long and brightly on the heart,

Soon its fi'uitfulness dechneth, Parched and dry in every part.

Then the plants of grace havf> faded

1 n the dry and burning soil ; Thorns and briers their growth have shaded —

Earthly cares and earthly toil.

But Uie clouds are seen ascending ;

Soon the heavens are overcast ; And the weary heart is bending

'Nuath affliction's stormy blast.

Yet tiie Lord, on high presiding,

Rules the storm with powerful hand ;

He the shower of grace is guiding To the dry and barren land.

8ee. at length the clouds are breaking- Tempests have not passed in vain ;

For the soul, revived, awaking, Bears its fruits and flowers again.

Love divine nas seen and counted

Every tear it caus'd to fall, Ajid the storm which love appointed,

Was i ts choicest gift of all

20 HYMNS FROM TEE

A MOTHER'S PRAYER IN THE

NIGHT.

Darkness reigns — the hum of life's com motion

On the listening ear no longer breaks ; Stars are shining on the deep blue ocean,

All is silent — Love alone awakes.

Love on earth its lonely vigils keeping, Love in heaven, that rests or slumbers not; Peace, my anxious heart I though thou wert sleeping. Love divine lias ne'er its charge forgot.

And for you, my brightest earthly flowers, You, my children, Love divine has cared;

Sleep, beloved ones! through these dark hours — Angels by your pillow watch and guard.

Here the winged messengers of heaven, As beheld at Bethel, come and go —

Angel guardians, whom the Lord has given, To each Uttle one while here below.

Thou, 0 Saviour, while on earth residing, Kevei didst Thou scorn a mother's prayer :

LAND OP LUTHER. 21

Faith may still behold Thee here ab'ding — Still commend her treasures to Thy care.

Were not all my hope on Thee reposing, Thou sole refuge tor a sinner's fears.

Then, the future all its ill disclosing, I could give my children only tears.

From their earthly parents they inherij;

Naught save sin and weakness, grief and pain : Grive them, Lord, thine all-sufficient merit,

Spiritual birth and life again.

Hide and guard them in Thy tender arms,

Till the wilderness of life be past ; Save them from temptation's fatal charms,

Seal them for Thine own, from first to last. Let Thy rod and staff in mercy lead them

In the footsteps of Thy flock below, rill 'mid heavenly pastures Thou shalt feed them,

Where the streams of life eternal flow.

CUBISTOPEB AqTB.

22 HTMHS FROK THB

JESUS, STILL LEAD OW.

"Jesc, geb vorao." •• They forsook all, and followed him." — Lukk 6 : IV

Jesus, still lead on,

Till our rest be won I And although the way be cheerless, We will follow, calm and fearless.

Guide us by thy hand

To our Fatherland.

If the way be drear,

If the foe be near, Let not faithless fears overtake us. Let not faith and hope forsake us :

For, through many a foe,

To our home we go I

When we seek relief From a long-felt grief— When oppressed by new temptations Lord, increase and perfect patience. Show us that bright shore Where we weep no more 1

Josus, still lead on, ' Till our rest be won I

LAND OF LUTHER. 23

Heavenly Leader, still direct us, Still Mipport, console, protect us.

Till we safily- stand

Ji: our Fatlioriand!

LUDWIG YON ZiNZBNDOBr.

TO A DYING CHILD.

« Zkuch-hin, mein Kind."

Depart, my child 1 the Lord thy spirit calls T(^ leave a world of woe : Sad OQ my heart the heavenly summons falls, Yet since He wills it so, I calm the rising agitation, And say, with humble resignation,

Depart, my child I

Depart, my child I lent for a little while Our drooping hearts to cheer :

Dear is thy loving voice, thy gentle smile, Ah ! who can tell how dear ?

The sands are run, too quickly falling:

The Giver comes, His own recalling. Depart, my child I

2^4 HTMNS FROM THE

Depart, my child I enjoy in heaven's pure day What earth must still deny ; Here many a storm awaits thy longer way, Ana naany a tear thine eye. Gro, where the tlowers have never faded, Where love may smile unchilled, unshaded. Depart, my child I

Depart, my child I soon shall we meet again In the good land of rest : Thou goest, happy one I ere grief or pain

Have reached thy gentle breast. Happy, our thorny path forsaking. From hfe's vain dream so early waking. Depart, my child!

Depart, my child I angels are bending down To set thy spirit free ; The Saviour holds in heaven the golden crown He won on earth for thee. Yes I now in Him thou art victorious : Go, share His rest and triumph glorious. Depart, my cliild I Gottfried Hoftm ann.

LAND OP LUTHEEl. 85

ARISE!

" Wachet auf."

Arise I ye lingerino: saints, arise I Remember that the might of grace,

When guilty slumbers sealed your eyea, Awakened you to run the race ;

And let not darkness round you fall,

But hearken to the Saviour's calL

Arise!

Arise I because the night of sin Must flee before the light of day ;

God's glorious Grospel, shining in,

Must chase the midnight gloom away:

You can not true disciples be

If you still walk in vanity

Arise !

Arise 1 although the flesh be weak,

The spirit willing is and true, And servants of the Master seek

To follow where it guideth to. Beloved I oh, be wise indeed. And let the spirit ever lead.

Arise

Arise I because our Serpent-foe, Unwearied, strives by day and night,

S6 HYM.\S FEOM TUB

Remembers time is short below,

And wrestles on with hellish might. Then boldly grasp both sword and sldeW j Who slumbers on the battle-field ?

Ansel

Arise I before that hour unknown — The hour of death that comes ere long,

And comes not to the weak alone, But CO the mighty and the strong.

Beloved I oft in spirit dwell

Upon the hour that none can telL

Arise I

Arise J that you prepared may stand, Before the coming of the Lord ;

The day of wrath draws nigh at hand, According to th' eternal Word.

Ah ! think, perhaps this day shall see

The dawning of eternity 1

Arise I

Arise I it is the Master's will: No more His heavenly voice despise,

Wliy linger with the dying still ? He calls — Arouse you, and arise I

No longer slight the Saviour's call,

It sounds to you, to me, to aU.

Arise!

hVDWlQ GOTTIS*

LAND OF LUTHER. 2t

GOD "WITH ME.

" GoTT bei mir in jedera Ort.*'

** Whkn thou passest through the waters, I wiU be witk khee; and through the rivrifi, they shall not overflow the*; when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; C«ithcr shall the flame kindle upon thee." — Isa. 43 : rf.

My Grod with me in every place I Firmly does the promise staad,

On land or sea, with present grace Still to aid us near at hand. If you ask, " Who is with thee ?" God is here — my God with me I

No ilepth, nor prison, nor the grave, Can exclude Him from His owd ;

His cheering presence still I have, If in crowds or all alone. In whatever state I be, Everywhere is God with me 1

My God for me ! I dare to say —

God the portion of my soul I Nor need I tremble in dismay

When around me troubles roll.

If you ask, " What comforts thoof"

It is this — God is for me 1

Ah I faith has seen Him cradled lie, Here on earth a weeping child ;

28 HYMNS FROxM THE

Has seen Him for my vileness dif*— He, the sinless, nndefiled I And tlius I know it true to be, God, my Saviour, is for me !

In life, in death, with God so near,

Every battle I shall win. Shall boldly press through dangers here^

Triumph over every sin !

" What!" you say, '• a victor be?" No, not I, but God in me I

C. F. Zblleb.

THE COMMUNIOIsr OF SAINTS.

"Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from hence- forth : Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their tabors; and their works do follow them." — Rev. 14 : 13.

" O wiE selig seyd ihr docb, ihr Frommen.**

CHURCH ON EARTH.

** Oh I how blessed are ye, saints for- given. Through the gate o death now safe in heaven,

All tri;ils over, All the il's. wlvch round us darkly hover !"

LA.N-D OF LUTHER. 29

OHUROH IN HE A YEN.

"Yes, dear friends, our joys are still in- creasing, Our songs of praise are new and never ceasing,

All preparing For the time when you shall all be shar» ing."

CHURCH OX EARTH,

** Wq are now as in a prison dwelling, Storms of care and trouble o'er us swell- ing;

All around us •

Only sins and griefs, to snare and wound us."

CHURCH IX HEAVEX.

" Ah, beloved friends I be not complain-

Wish not joy while still on earth remainr

ing,

Be still confiding In your Father s love and tender guid« ing."

CHURCH ON EARTH.

'* In your quiet home so gently resting, Safe for evermore from all molesting,

30 HYMNS FROM THE

No care or sorrow Can you feel to-day, or fear to-moiTowl"

CHURCH IN HEAVEN.

"In your conflicts we were once engaging, Long with sin and Satan warfare wag*

All your distresses Once were ours, to weary and oppress us."

CHURCH ON EARTH.

*' Christ has wiped away your every tear ; You enjoy what we are seeking here,

The harps of heaven Sound in strains to mortals never given '

CHURCH IN HEAVEN.

" Yet in patience run the race before you, Long for heaven, where Love is watch- ing o'er you :

Sow in weeping — Soon the fruit with joy you shall be reap- ing."

CHURCH ON EARTH.

•* Come, come quickly, long expected Je« sus, From ail sin and i^oitow to release us,

LAND OP LUTHER. 31

Quickly take us To Thyseli^ and blest for ever make us!"

CHURCH m HEAVEN.

"Ah, beloved souls I your palms victo- rious, Grolden harps, and thrones of triumph glorious,

All are waiting : Follow on with courage unabating."

CHORUS.

** Let us join to praise His name for ever, To us both of every good the G-iver.

Life undying We shall each obtain, on Him relying.

** Praise Him, men on earth, and saints in heaven I To the Lamb be praise and glory given —

Praise unending, Glory through eternity extending 1"

Sdcox DAoa

3^ HYMXS FROM THE

EVENING HYMN.

♦* NoN ruben aUe Waelder."

Qdietly rest the woods and dale^ Silence round the hearth prevails,

The world is all asleep : Thou, my soul, in thought arise, Seek thy Father in the skies, And holy vigils with Him keep, .

Sun, where hidest thou thy light ? Art thou driven hence by Night

Thy dark and ancient foe ? Oo 1 another Sun is mine — Jesus comes witli Hght divine, To cheer my pilgrimage below.

Now that day has passed away, Golden stars in bright array Bespangle the blue sky : Briglit and clear, so would I stand^ When I hear my Lord's command To leave this earth, and upward flj.

Now this body seeks for rest, From its vestments all undrest,

Types of mortality : Christ shall give me soon to we^ Garments beautiful and fair — Whit^'robes of glorious majesty.

LAND OF LUTHER. 33

Head, and feet, and hands, OLce more Joy to think of labor o'er.

And niglit with gladness see. 0 my lieart ! thoa too shalt know Rest from all thy toil below, find irom earth's turmoil soon be free.

Weary limbs, now rest ye here; Safe from dan.i^er and from fear. Seek slinnber on this bed: Deeper rest ere long to share, Other hands shall soon prepare My narrow coueh among the dead.

While ray eyes I gently close, Stealing o'er me soft repose,

Who shall my guardian be ? Soul and body now 1 leave, (And TJaou wilt tlie trust receive,) 0 IsraePs Watchsaan I unto Thee,

0 my friends I from you this day May all ill have fled away,

No danger near have come. Now^ my God, these dear ones keep; (li /e to n?=y b[?]oved sleep, A lid angels send to guard their home I

34 HYMNS FROM THE

MY GOD ! I KNOW THAT I MUST DIE.

**Mkin Gott 1 ich weiss wohl dass ich iterbe." Job 14 : 11, 12.

My God I I know that I imist die — My mortal life is passing hence

On earth I neither hope nor try To find a lasting residence.

Then teach rae by Thy heavenly grace^

With joy and peace my death to face.

My Grod 1 I know not when I die, What is the moment or the hour—

How soon the clay may broken Ue, How quickly pass away the flower,

Then may Thy child prepared be

Through time to meet Eternity.

My God 1 I know not how I die, For death has many ways to come—

In dark mysterious agony, Or gently as a sleep to some.

Just as Thou wilt ! if but it be

For ever blessed. Lord, with Thee,

LAND OF LUTHER. 35

My God 1 I know not where I die, Where is my grave, beneath what strand,

Yet from its gloom I do rely To be delivered by Thy hand.

Content, I take what spot is mine,

Since all the earth, my Lord, is Thine.

My gracious G-od ! when I must die, Oh 1 bear my happy soul above,

With Christ, my Lord, eternally To share Thy glory and Thy love I

Then comos it right and well to me,

When, where, and how my death shall

bo. B' SOHUOLK.

LIGHT TN DARKNESS.

*»All things work together for good to them that leva iod."— Rom. 8 : 28.

How weary and how worthless this life at

times appears I What days of heavy musings, what houra

of bitter tears I How dark the storm-clouds gather along

the wintry skies! > Qow desolate md cheerless the path before

us lies I

3^ HYMNS FROM THE

And yet these days of dreariness are sent us from above :

They do not come in anger, but in faithful- ness and love ;

They come to teach us lessons which bright ones could uot yield,

And to leave us blest and thankful when their purpose is fulfilled.

They come to draw us nearer to our Father

and our Lord, More earnestly to seek His face, to listen

to His word. And to feel, if now around us a desert land

we see. Without the star of promise, what would

its darkness be 1

They come to lay us lowly, and humbled in the dust,

iH self-deception swept away, all creature- hope and trust ;

>ur helplessness, our vileness, our guilti- ness to own,

And flee, for hope and refuge, to Christ, and Christ alone.

They come to break the fetters which here

detain 'is fast, . And force our long reluctant hearts to rise

to heaven at last •

LA.ND OF LUTIIEa. ii I

And brighten every prospect of that eternal

home, WTiere grief and disappointment and fear

can never come.

Then turn not in despondence, poor weary- heart, away,

But meekly journey onwards, through the dark and cloudy d;iy ;

Even now the bow of promise is above thee painted bright.

And soon a joyful morning shall dissipate the night.

Thy God hath not forgot thee, and, when

He sees it best, Will lead thee int j sunshine, will give thee

bowers of rest ; And all thy pain and sorrow, wben the

pilgrimage is o'er, Shall end in heavenly blessedness, and joys

for eyermor© ! 8»hia.

58 HYMNS FROM THB

LET ME FIND THEE I

*Sbbk ye the Lord while he may be found."— Is*, litf ** SiEH, hier bin ich, Ehren-Koenlg.*'

Behold me here, in grief draw near, Pleading at Thy throne, 0 King I

To Thee each tear, each trembhng feai*, Jesus, Son of man ! I bring.

Let me find Thee,— let me find Tbee — Me, a vile and worthless thing I

Look down in love, and from above,

AYith Thy Spirit satisfy ; Tliou hast sought me, Thou hast bought me

And Thy purchase, Lord, am L Let me find Thee, — let me find Thee,

Here on earth, and then on high I

No other prayer to Thee I bear,

0 my Lord, but only this : To share Thy grace, to see Thy face,

And to know Thy people's bliss. Let me find Th'^e, — let me find Thee— •

Thee to find is blessedness I

Hear the broken, scarcely spoken Utterance of my heart to Thee ;

Ail the crying, all the sighing, Of Thy. child accepted be.

LAND OF LUTHEE. 8^

Let me fiud Thee, — let me find Thee ; Thus my soul longs vehemently !

Worldly pleasures, earthly treasures, Joys and honors, will not stay ;

They often pain, and, oh I how vain, Looking to eternity I

Let me find Thee, — let me find Thee, Fuid Thee, 0 my God, this day !

Joachim Neandeb

GRIEF AISTD CONSOLATIOlSr BY A MOTHER'S DEATH-BED.

« Klagb und Trost."

" Neter couldst thou bear to grieve u»—

Dearest mother, why to-day ?

Wherefore wilt thou thus forsake us,

Why, oh ! why refuse to stay?'*

** Were it but our Father's will,

Gladly had I tarried still"

** Mother, see the bursting anguish

Of thy dear ones, loved so well ;

See our eyes with grief o'erflowing—

Grief which words refuse to tell I'*

" Children, bid me not remain :

Let me see our Carl again I'*

40 HYMNS FROM THE

** ^ h I and art thou really going To that dark and distant shore ? All our cares, our joys, our sorrows, All forgotten, shared no morel" " Children, think not, say not so— To the land of love I go."

" From the circle of affection,

Mother, Uiust thou next depart ? Ah I how many a link is broken Once uniting heart to heart 1" " Closer draw that gentle chain Round the lov^d who yet remain.**

* Canst thou then so gladly leave us ?

Is our grief unheeded now? For thine eye is brightly beaming, Cahn and cloudless is thy brow." " Yes ! for faith, and hope, and love, Draw me to my Lord above."

Yet even there, in bliss undying,

When thou numberest thine own, Mother, shall not we be wanting — We, who here in bondage groan ?" " Come, beloved I quickly come, Join me in our heavenly home I*' Mdwati

LAND OP LUTHER. 41

AH! GKIEVE NOT SO.

•CioDLiNaaa with contentment is gjreat gain."— 1 Tia. • ** NiCHT so traurig, nicht so sehr."

Ah I grieve noi so, nor so lament, My soul ! nor troubled sigh,

Because some joys to others sent Thy Father may deny ;

Take all as love that seems severe —

There is no want if God is near.

There is no right thou canst demand, No title thou canst claim ;

For all are strangers in the land Who bear the human name :

Earth and its treasures are the Lord's,

And He the lot of each accords.

How thankless art thou, child of man 1

For flavors that abound ; Thy God has given thee eyes to scan

The glory all around ; Yet seldom for this priceless sight. Hast thou been heard to praise aright

Number thy limbs, th} members tell, And ask thy thankless soul,-

If to another thou wouldst sell Tlie smallest of the whole.

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There is not one from which thy heart Would willingly submit to part.

Now, go and search the depths of mind, Explore its wondrous power,

New proofs of benefits to find, That meet thee every hour ;

More thau the sand upon the shore,

And ever rising more and more.

He knows, who lives on Zion's hill, What we in truth require ;

Knows too how many blessings still This flesh and blood desire ;

And could He safely ail bestow,

He would not let thee sorrowing go.

Thou wert not bom that earth should be A portion fondly sought ;

Look up to heaven, and smiling see Thy shining, golden lot I

Honors and joys, which thou shalt share,

Unending and unenvied there !

Then journey on to life and bliss, God will protect to heaven ;

And every good that meets thee is A blessing wisely given.

If losses come, so let it be —

The God oi: heaven remains with thee.

PaTTL i^ERHARP

LAND OP LUTHER. 43

PILGRIM SONG.

HiRB vve have no continuing ci^y, but seek one to eoaw." -Hbb. 13: 14.

" KoMMT, Kinder, lasst uns gehen."

Come, brothers, let us onward — Night comes without delay; And in this howling desert It is not good to stay. T?ke courage, and bo strong, We are hasting on to heaven : Strength for warfare will be given, And glory won ere long.

The Pilgrim's path of trial

We do not fear to view; We linow His voice who calls us, We know Rim to be true. Then, let who will contemn. But strong in His almiglity grace, Conto. every one, with steadfast faot), Ou to Jerusalem 1

[f we would walk as pilgrims, We must not riches heap — -

Much treasure. to have gathered But makes the way more steepi

44 HYMNS FBOM THE

We march with laggard speed Till every weight is east aside-^ Till with the little satisfied

That pilgrimage can need.

Here, all unknown we wander,

Despised on every liand, Unnoticed, save when slighted As strangers in the land. Our joys they will not share, Yet sing, — that they may catch the sceu Of heaven, and the happy throng That now await us there 1

Come, gladly let us onward,

Hand in hand still go, Each helping one another

Through all the way below. One family of love, Oh ! let no voice of strife be heard, No discord, by the angel-guard Who watch us from above.

0 brothers ! soon is ended

The journey we've begun ; Endure a httle longer.

The race will soon oe run. And in the land of rest, In yonder bright, eternal home, Where all tlie Father's loved ones come, We aliall be safe and blest I

LAND OP LUTHER. 45

Then boldly let us venture —

This, this is worth the cost Though dangers we encounter, Though every thing is lost. 0 world 1 how vain thy calll We follow Him who went before — We follow, to th' eternal shore, Jesus, our All in All 1

Gerhard Tersteesex.

NLY FATHER IS THE MIGHTY LORD.

« Aix thiags are youra." — 1 Cor. 8 : 21. <' Mew Vater irt der grosse Hen- der Welt."

My Father is the mighty Lord, whose arm Spans earth and sky, and shields His child

from harm — Who?!e still, small voice of love is yec the

same As once from Horeb's fiery mount it came — Whose glorious works the angel-choirs de- clare. He hears their praise, and hearkens to my prayer.

46 HYMNS FROM THE

My King is God's eternal, holy Son,

And He anoints me as a chosen one;

He has redeemed me with His precious

blood, And for unuuraber'd debts has surety

sto'jd; He fought the foe, and drew me by His

hand, Out from his camp, into His Father's land.

My brotherhood's a circle, stretching wide Around one fount, although a sea divide, With fathers, who behold the Lord in

light. With saints unborn, who shall adore His

might, With brothers, who th-e race of faith now

run, In union and communion, I am one 1

My journey's end lies upward and afar ; It glimmers bright, but vaguely as a star; And oft as faith has caught some glimpse

serene, So often clouds and mists obscure the

scene ; Yet, in this longing ends eacli vision dim — To see my Lord, and to be made like Him I

My grave, so long a dark and drear abyss, Ir now scarce noticed on the wax to bliss,

LAND OP LUTHER. 47

Once at the gates of Hell it yawning lay, Now stands as portal to the land of day ; It takes me to the Father's home so blest ; It brings me to the feast, a welcome guest.

Langs.

THY WIIiIi BE DONE.

*It is the Lord; let him do what seemeth him good." -1 Sam. 3 : 18.

" Mein Jesn, wie du willt I"

My Jesus, as Thou wilt I

Oh 1 may Thy will be mine I Into Thy hand of love

I would ray all resign. Through sorrow, or through joy,

Conduct me as Thine own, And help me still to say,

My Lord, Thy will be done I

My Jesus, as Thou wilt I

If needy hero and poor. Give me Thy people's bread,

Their portion rich and sure. The manna of Thy word

Let my soul feed u])on , And if all else should fail — My Lord, Thy will be done!

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My Jesus, as Thou wilt I

If among thorns I go, Still somctiuics here and there

Let a few roses blow. But Thou on earth along

The thorny path hast gone, Then lead me alter Thee.

My Lord, Thy will be done I

My Jesus, as Thou wilt!

Though seen through many a tear, Let not my star of hope

Grow dim or disappear. Since Thou on earth hast wept

And sorrowed oft alone, If I must w€ep with Thee,

My Lord, Thy will be done!

My Jesus, as Thou wilt !

If loved ones must depart, Suffer not sorrow's flood

To overwhelm my heart : For they are blest with Thee,

Their race and conflict won : Let me but follow them.

My Lord, Thy will be done!

My Jesus, as T1k)u wilt J

When death itself draws nigh,

To thy dear wounded side I would for refuge fly.

LAND OF LUTHER. 49

Leaning on Thee, to go

Where Tho'; before hast gone j The rest as Thou shalt please.

My Lord, Thy will be done I

My Jesus, as Thou wilt I

All shall be well for me : Each clianging future scene

I gladly trust with Thee. Straight to my home above

I travel calmly on, And sing, in life or death,

My Lord, Thy will be done f

Benjamin SoairoLK.

THE GOOD SHEPHERD.

" Ja ftiehrwahr! uns fuehrt mit sanften Hand Ein Hilt durcli Pilger-land."

Yes 1 our Shepherd leads with gentle hand, Through the dark pilgrim-land, ' His flock, so dearly bought, So long and fondly sought.

Tlallelujah!

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When in clouds and mist the \v3ak onea stray, He shows again tlie way, And pomts to them afar A bright and guiding star.

Hallelujah I

Tenderly He watches from on high With an unwearied eye ; He comforts and sustains, In all their fears and p.iins.

Hallelujah I

Through the parch'd, dreary desert He will guide To the green fountain-side ; Through the dark, stormy night, To a calm land of light.

Hallelujah I

Tosl His "little flock" are ne'er forgot; His mercy changes not : Our home is safe above, Within His arms of love.

Hallelujah i

KBUMMAOUEIi

LAND OF LUTHER. 6i

HEJOICE.

•* Bkhoi.d, the Bridegroom cometh ; go ye oat t Him."— Matt. 25 : 6,

"Ermuntert euch, ihr Frommen."

Rejoice, all ye believers,

And let your lights appear ; Tlie evening is advancing,

And darker night is near. The Bridegroom is arising.

And soon He draweth nigh. Up 1 pray, and watch, and wrestle—

At midnight comes the cry 1

See that your lamps are burning,

Replenish them with oil, And wait for your salvation.

The end of earthly toil. The watchers on tlie mountain

Proclaim the Bridegroom near; Go, meet Him as He cometh,

With Hallelujahs clear I

Ye wise and lioly virgins, Now raise your voices higher,

Till in songs of jubilee

Thev meet the aufyel-ciioir.

'ia HYMNS FROM THE

The marriage-feast is waiting, The gates wide open stand;

Up ! up ! ye heirs of glory — The Bridegroom is at hand I

^ Ye saints, who here in patience

Your cross and sufferings bore^ Shall live and reign for ever,

"When sorrow is no raorb. Around the throne of glory,

The Lamb ye shall behold, In triumph cast before Him

Your diadems of gold !

Palms of victory are there ;

There, radiant garments are ; There stands the peaceful harvest,

Beyond the reach of war. There, after stormy winter,

The flowers of earth arise, And from the grave's long sluml»ef

Shall meet again our eyes !

Our Hope and Expectation,

0 Jesus! now appear; Arise, thou Sun, so longed for,

O'er this beniofhted sphere I With hearts and hands uplifted,

We plead, 0 Lord, to see The day of earth's redemptiou,

That brings us unto tliee !

Laurentius Laprknti

LAND OF LUTUER. 53

THE ANGEIi AND THE INFANT

Smiling, a bright-eyed seraph bent

Over an infliut's dream ; To view his mirrored form he leant

As in the crystal stream.

"Fair infant, come," he whispered low, " And leave the earth with me ; To a bright and happy land we'll go— This is no home for thee.

" Bach sparkling pleasure knows alloy, Nor cloudless skies are here ; A care there is for every joy. For every smile a tear.

" The heart that dances free and light May soon be chained by sorrow ; The sun that sets in calm to-night, May rise in storm to-morrow.

" Alas ! to cloud a brow so fair,

That griefs and pains should rise ) Alas I that this dark world of care Should dim these laugliing eyes I

C4 HYMNS FROM THE

** To seek a brighter land with me, Infant, thou wilt not fear ; For piteous Heaven the sad decree Recalls, that sent thee here.'*

It seemed on him the sweet babe smiled* His wings the seraph spread:

They're gone — the angel and the child. Poor mother 1 thy son is dead !

UNBEKAMNTBib

THE SEKVICE OF THE LORD.

" Dbr Dienst der Herrn."

•* If any man serve me, let him follow me ; and where 1 1 there shall also my servant be." — John 12 : 26.

How blessed, from the bonds of sin

And earthly fetters free, In singleness of heart and aim.

Thy servant, Lord, to be 1 The hardest toil to undertake

"With joy at Thy command I The meanest office to receive

With meekness at Thy hand I

LAND OF LUTHER. 55

With willing heart and longing eyes,

To watch before Thy gate, Ready to run the weary race,

To bear the lieavy weight; No voice of thunder to expect,

But follow calm and still, For love can easily divine

The One Beloved's will.

Thus may I serve Thee, gracious Lord

Thus ever Thine alone. My soul and body given to Thee,

The purchase Thou hast won : Through uvil or through good report

Still keeping by Thy side, By life or death, in this poor flesh

Let Christ be magnified!

How happily the working days

In this dear service flyl How rapidly the closing hour.

The time of rest, draws nigh I When all the faithful gather home,

A joyful company, A.nd ever where the Master is,

Shall His blest servants be.

Spitta

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THE DESIRED HAVEN.

• Lord, now letlest Thou TTiy ser\'ant depart in pe»:«, •) eotrfiog to Thy wonl.''— Luke 2 : 2».

"Lord, the waves are breaking o'er nif

and around; Oft of coming tempests I hear the moan

ing sound : Here there is no safety, rocks on eithei

hand ; 'Tis a foreign roadstead, a strange and

hostile land. Wherefore should I linger ? others, gone

before, Long since safe are landed on a calm and

friendly shore : Now the sailing orders in mercy, Lord,

bestow —

Loose the cable, let me go I

" Lord, the night is closing round my fee- ble bark ;

How shall T en-counter its watches long and dark ?

Sorely worn tind shattered by many a billow past,

Oan I stand another rude ^nd stormy blast ?

LAND OF LUTHER. 57

All ! the promised haven I never may attain,

Sinking and forgotten amid the lonely main ;

Enemies around me gloomy depths be- low.

Loose the cable, let me go

* Lord, I would he near Thee, with Thee

where Thou art — Thine own word hath said it, 'tis ' b-itter

to depart,' There to serve Thee better, there to love

Thee more, With thy ransomed people to wo'ship

and adore. Ever to Thy presence Thou dosl call

Thine own — Why am I remaining, helpless and

alone ? Oh! to see Thy glory. Thy wond-ous

love to know !

Loose the cable, let me go I

"Lord, the lights are gleaming from the distant shore, Where no b'llows threaten, whei'e no tempests rour.

68 HYMNS FROM THE

TiOiio: beloved voices calliug mo T hear-^ Oh ! how sweet their summons falls upon

my earl Here are foes and strangers, faithless

hearts and cold, There is fond affection, fondly proved of

old! Let me haste to join them : may it not

be so?

Loose the cable, let me go 1"

Hark, the solemn answer ! hark, the pro- mise sure ! * Blessed are the servants who to the end endure I Yet a little longer hope and i^vvj on — Yet a little longer, weak and weary one ! More to perfect patience, to grow in faith

and love. More my strength and wisdom, and faith- fulness to prove : Then the sailing orders the Captain shall bestow —

Loose the cable, let thee go I" Unbbkanntes

LAND OF LUTHER. 59

THE LONG GOOD-NIGHT.

"HAViNfj a desire to depart, and to be with Christ ; which h &r better/'— Phil. 1 : 23.

"ICH fahr dahin mit Freuden."

I JOTTRXEY forth rejoicing, From this dark vale of tears,

To heavenly joy and freedom, From eartlily bonds and fears :

Where Christ our Lord shall gather All His redeemed again,

His kingdom to inherit.

Good-night, till then !

Go to thy quiet resting.

Poor tenement of clay ! From all thy pain and weakness

I gladly haste away ; But still in faith confiding

To find thee yet again, All glorious and immortal.

Good-night, till then I

Why thus so sadly weeping, Belov'd ones of my heart ?

The Lord is good and gracious, Though now He bids us part

60 HYMNS FPXM THE

Oft have we met iu gladness,

And Ave shall meet again, All Sorrow left behind us

Good-night, till then I

I go to see His glory,

Whom we have loved below ; I go, the blessed angels,

The holy saints to know. Our lovely ones departed,

I go to find again, And wail for you to join us.

Good-night, till then I

I hear the Saviour calling —

The joyful hour has come, The angel-guards are ready

To guide me to our home, Where Christ our Lord shall gather

All His rede('n)ed again, His kingdom to inherit.

Good-night, till then !

U>BKKANNnsr

LAND OF LUTHER. 61

Alili THINGS ARE YOURS.

i<FoR all things are yours; whether Paul, or Apollos, OT Cephas, or the world, or life, or death, or things present, or things to come ; all are yours." — 1 Cok. 3 : 21, 22.

« Alles ist euer I— O Worte des ewigen Lebens."

All things are yours I Oh I sweet message

of mercy divine I Christian brothers, rejoice in your portion and mine !

Ours the high prize, AVhich poor sinners despise, And for a vain world resign.

Raise your affections and heart to your

home in the sky, Then let the earth and its vanities wither and die ;

Your joys shall last, When theirs are long past — Your treasure is laid up on high.

AU things are yours, my beloved I our Lord

from above Watches his people with tender compa?siou and love.

Hear his dear voice :

" My brethren, rejoice I

Nothing your safety siiall movel'

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Ail of things present that earth and her

fulness can yield, Ml of things future from knowledge and fancy coi:cealed,

Life's varied tale, Death's dark, dreaded vale, A.11 as your portion revealed I

Heaven and earth, and the sea, and the

systems of light. Spirits unnumbered, angelic hosts holy and bright.

All are for thee, Brother ! be joyful with me, Let us in praises unite !

Does thy heart sink in the conflict with fear

and despair ? Are tears overflowing from fountains o'' sorrow and care ?

On yonder shore, See, they are weeping no more — Old things have passed away there I

Praise to the Saviour, whose death our sal- vation secures I Praise to the Father, whose mercy for evej endures I

New songs of praise Evermore let us raise. Amen I yes, all things are yours I

SrurBAR*

LAND OP LUTHER. 63

THE WIDOW OF NAII^.

** And when the Loi-d saw her, he had compassion oa her, »nd said unto her, Weep not." — Luke 7 : 13.

"O SUSSES Wort."

Ou I sweetest words that Jesus coald have

sought, To soothe the mourning widow's heart, " Weep not 1" They fall with comfort on my ear. When life is dark and trouble near.

They were not whispered accents, but

aloud The Saviour spake them to the silent crowd. That each might hear His heavenly voice, And in tlie widow's joy rejoice 1

Words, that were spoken amid sorrow's strife,

A.nd in the very midst of death and life ; They shall refresh my soul at last, And strengthen me till life is past.

rf poverty obs<^nres my earthly lot, Then shall I bear my Saviour say, "Weep not"

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To God the Father raise thine eye, For still He hears the raven's cry.

And, oh I should persecution's ruthless

hand Grant me no quiet possession iu the land, The voice of Jesus calms each thought- Heaven is thy dwelling-place: "Weep not!"

Though death the dearest of my heart hath

slain, Jesus shall yet restore my dead again ; " Weep not," He says, " poor weary one, But think what I at Nain have done !"

When I myself am drawing near to death.

This Jesus shall be there, and thus He saith: ^' The race is run, the battle fought, I am thy light, thy life : ' Weep not I' "

Oh 1 sweetest words that Jesus could ha ye

sought, To cheer His weary troubled ones* ''W<^ep not!" Thrice blessed words ! I listening stay, Till grief and sorrow flee away I

D&, JOUANN HOFKI*

LAND OP LUTHER. 06

CONFLICT.

"Why art thou sast down, O my soul! and wliy art thoa disquieted wi.nin me ? hope thou in God ; for I shall yet pndae Him, who is the health of my countenance, and my Qod.**— Psalm 43 : 5.

" SciioiNE Sonne, kommst du endHch wiederl **

Sun of comfort, art thou fled for ever?

Light of joy, wilt thou return at last? Shall I slug again the song of morning,

When the watches of the night are past? Ah I delay not, long-expected dawning 1

Scatter the thick clouds and mist away, Which so dark on feeling and devotion,

Over heart and memory rest to-day I

Weeping I have stood alone in darkness,

Gloomy cliffs above, and depths below On the narrow pathway all forsaken.

Left to wrestle with the accusing Foe. Doubt and unbelief, and dark forebodings

Fearful spectres gathering around ; Ah 1 my dizzy brain and foot were failing,

Tottering over the abyss profound I

Yet One held me back ! An arm almighty, Strong to save, as Satan to destroy I

From the giddy precipice He caught me, Drew me from despair to life and joy.

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Jesus was my Helper I Saving rr> >y Is His work, His glory, His deU^at ;

Many a chain of darkness He has broken, Changed to sunshine many a dismal night.

1 will trust again His love, His power,

Though I can not feel His hand to-day ; To His help anew I will betake me,

Though His countenance seem turned away ! Tliough without one smile, one gracious token, Through the flames and floods my path must go ; When the fires subside, the waves pass over, My Deliverer I again shall know.

Yes, the light of comfort shall return,

Joy's sweet sun shall shine again at last; I shall sing the gladsome song of morning,

When the watches of the night are past; It shall reappear, the welcome dawning.

Scattering the clouds and mist away. Which so dark on feeling and devotion,

Over heart and memory rest to-day 1

I shall fiijd again the hopes long vanished, Like tl: » swallows when the storms are Sfonfe

LAND OF LUTHER. 67

Fountains shall be opened in the desert, Streams by the wayside, while journey- ing on. Flowers of love and promise shall be spring- ing Where the cru(3l thorn and wormwood sprung, And the homeward path lie bright in sun shine, Where my sad harp on the willows hung

Langi

liOVE TO CHRIST.

" Whom having not seen ye love." — 1 Pet. 1 : 8. " IcH will Dich lieben."

I WILL love Thee, all my treasure I I will love Thee, all my strength I

I will love Thee without mocisure. And will love Thee r'uxht at length.

Oh ! I will love .Thee, Light Divine,

Till I die and find Thee mine 1

Alas! that I so lately knew Thee—, Thee, so worthy of the best ;

Nor had sooner turned to view Theo, Truest Good, and only Rest 1

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The more I love, I mourn the more That I did not love before I

Far I ran, and wander'd blindly,

Seeking some created light ; Then I sought, but I could not find Thee—

I had wandered from Thee quite ; Until at last Thou art made known Through Thy seeking, not my own I

I will praise Thee, Sun of Glory I

For Thy beams have gladness brought

I will praise Thee, will adore Thee, For the light I vainly sought ;

Will praise Thee that Thy words so blest

Spake my sin-sick soul to rest!

In Thy footsteps now uphold me,

That I stumble not nor stray. "When the narrow way is told me,

Never let me ling'ring stay. But come my weary soul to cheer, Shine, Eternal Sunbeam, here I

Be my heart more warmly glowing, Sweet and calm the tears I shed ;

And its love, its ardor showing, Let my spirit onward tread.

S^till near to Thee, and nearer still,

l>raw this~ heart, tliis mind, this will

LAND CP LUTHER. 69

I will love, in joy and sorrow 1 Crowning joy I will lovo Thee well,

1 will love to-day, to-morrow, While I in this body dwell !

Oh ! I will love Thee, Light Divine,

TUl I die and find Thee mine 1

JOHANN AnOBLITIi

PARTING.

"What mean ye to weep, and to break min« heart !*••• Acts 21 : 13.

" Was macht ihr, dass ihr weinet.**

"What mean ye by this wailing,

To break ray bleeding heart ? As if the love that binds us

Could alter or depart 1 Our sweet and holy union

Knows neither time nor place; The love that G-od has planted

Is lasting as His grace.

Ye clasp these Lands at parting^,

As if no hope could be ; While still we stand for ever

In blessed unity 1

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Ye gaze, as oa a vision

Ye never could recall, While still each thought is -vvith yoOj

And Jesas with us i.11 1

Ye say, * ' We here, thou yonder,

Thou goest, and we stay !" And yet Christ's mystic body

Is one eternally. Ye speak of dififerent journeys,

A long and sad adieu I While still one way 1 travel,

And have one end with you I

Why should ye now be weeping

These agonizing tears ? Behold our gracious Leader,

And cast away your fears. We tread one path to glory,

Are guided by one hand, And led in faith and patience

Unto one Fatherland I

Then let this hour of parting

No bitter grief record. But be an hour of union

More blessed with our Lord I With Him to guide and save ua,

No changes that await, No earthly separations ' Can leave us desolate 1

SPITPA.

riAND OP LUrHER. tl

THE ANGEIi OF PATIENCE.

" Yb have need of patience.— Heb. 10 : 36.'* '♦ Es zieht ein stiller Engel durch dieses Erdenland.**

A GENTLE Angel walketh throughout

world of woe, With messages of mercy to mourning

hearts below; His peaceful smile invites them to love and

to confide, Oh! follow in His footsteps, keep closely by

His side 1

So gently will He lead thee through all the

cloudy day, And whisper of glad tidings to cheer the

pilgrim- way ; His courage never failing, when thine is

almost gone, He takes thy heavy burden, and helps to

bear it on.

To soft and tearful sadness He changes

dumb despair, And soothes to deep submission the storm

of grief and care ;

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Where nxidniglit shades are brooding He

pours the light of noon, And every grievous wound He heals, most

surely, if not soon.

He will not blame thy sorrows, while He brings the healing balm ;

He does not chide thy longings, while He soothes them into calm ;

And wlien thy heart is murmuring, and wildly asking why ?

He smiling beckons forward^ points up- ward to the sky.

He will not always answer thy questions and thy fear,

His watchword is ''Be patient, the jour- ney's end is near I"

And ever through the toilsome way, He tells of joys to come,

And points the pilgrim to his rest, the wanderer to his borne. Brrm.

LAND OF LUTHEK. ^3

LOOKING HOME.

*•' HATmo a desire to iepart."— Phil. 1 : 88. " AcH, una wird das Herz so leer.**

Ah I this heart is void and chill 'Mid earth's noisy thronging—

For the Father's mansions still Vehhnently is longing !

In the garments once so strong, Now are rents distressing ;

And the sandals borne so long, Heavily are pressing.

Oh I to be at home, and gain All for which we're sighing—

Prom all earthly want and pain To be swiilly flying.

With this load of sin and care,

Then no longer bending, But with waiting angels there,

On our Lord attending 1

Ah I how blessed, blessed they

Who have rightly striven, And rejoice eternally

With their Lord in heaven I

Spitta

74 UYMXS FROM THE

MORNIISTG HYMN.

**My voie 1 shall tliou hear in the morning, O LortL**"" P«4i.M 5 : 8.

** MoROEN gl;inz iler Ewigkeit."

Jesus, Sun of righteousness, Briglitost beam of Love Divine,

With the early morning rays Do Thou on our darkness shine,

And dispel with purest light

All our night I

As on drooping herb and flower Falls the soft refreshing dew,

Let Thy Spirit's grace and power All our weary souls renew ;

Showers of blessing over all

Softly fall'

Like tiie sun's reviving ray,

May Thy love, with tender glow^

All our coldness melt away, Warm and cheer us forth to go,

Gladly serve Thee and obey

All the day I

0 our only Hope and Guide ! Never leave us nor forsake !

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Keep us ever at Thy side,

Till the eternal morning break, Moving on to Zion hill Homeward still I

Lend us all cur days and f cars In Thy straight and narrow vray;

Lead us through the vale of t^*%rs To tbe land of perfect day,

Where Thy people, fully h\es%

Safely resv I Knov. von Koff?»»-«*oTH

BEOAL/L,

**Rktukn, ye backsliding chilAr*^, v»d I will hr» fc«ckslidings."— Jer. 8 : 22.

" Kehre wieder, kehr« ■fi^drfr.-'*

Return, return I Poor, long lost wanderer, horxc I

With all thy bitter tears, Thy heavy burdens, come I As thou art all sin and pain, Fear not to implore in vain : See, the Father comes to meet tho^^

Points to mercy's open door ; Words of life and promise greet ther Ah ! return, delay no more I

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Return, return I From strife and tumult vain

To quiet solitude, To silent thought again. There the storms shall sink to rest Which now desolate thy breast ; There the Spirit, long neglected.

Waits with bliss before unknown; And the Saviour, long rejected.

Claims and seals thee tor His own

Return, return I From all thy crooked ways ;

Jesus will save the lost. The fallen He can raise. Look to Him, who beckons thee From the cross so lovingly. See His gracious arms extended;

Fear not to seek shelter there, Where no grief is unbefriended,

Where no sinner need despair.

Return, return I To thy long-sulfering Lord.

Fear not to seek His grace, To trust His faitliful word; Yield to Him ihy weary heart — He can heal its kci-nest smart; He can soothe the deepest sorrow

Wash the blackest guilt away: Then -del iv not lill to-morrow,

Seek If is oil' Ted <i'ifts to-day.

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Return, return I llYom all thy wanderings, home !

From vanity and toil, To rest and substance, come I Come to Truth from Error's night, Come from darkness unto light, Come from death to life undying,

From a fallen earth to Heaven — Now the accepted time is flying.

Haste to take what G-od has given I

Spitta,

GOING HOME.

*' But I would not have vou to be ignorant, brethren, eoa Mrning thftoj which are asleep, tliat ye sorrow not, eTen a Mhera which have no hope." — 1 Thess. 4 ; 13.

<* UxsER IJeben sind geachieden."

Our beloved have departed, While we tarry broken-hearted,

In the dreary, empty house ; They have ended life's brief story. They have reached the home of glory,

Over death victorious !

Hush that sobbing, weep more lightly, On we travel, daily, nightly.

To the rest that tliey have found.

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Are we not upon the river, Sailing fast to meet for ever, On more holy, happy groun"! ?

Whilst with bitter tears we're uioun^-i^. Thought to buried loves returning,

Time is hasting us along, Downward to the grave's dark dwelling; Upward to the fountain welling

With eternal hfe and song I

See ye not the breezes hiemg ?

Clouds along in hurry flying ? But we haste more swiftly on —

Ever changing our position,

Ever tossed in strange transition- Here to-day, to-morrow gone !

Every hour that passes o'er us Speaks of comfort yet before us,

Of our journey's rapid rate; And like passing vesper-bells. The clock of time its chiming tella^

At eternity's broad gate.

On we haste, to home invited, There with friends to be united

In a surer bond than here ; Meeting soon, and met for ever I Glorious hope ! forsake us never,

For thy ghmniL-ring light is dear

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All I the way is shining clearer As we journey ever nearer To the everlasting home. Friends, who there await our landing, Comrades, round the throne now stand* ing, We salute you, and we come I

Laihge

THE JOURNEY TO JERUSALEM.

" And they were in the way going up to Jerusalem ; and Jesus went before them ; and they were ara:ized ; and as thej followed, thoy were afraid."— Makk 10 : 32.

" Jesu, was hat dich getrieben."

Jesus I what was that which drew Thee

To Jerusalem's ancient gate ? Ah I the love that burned so truly,

"Would not suffer Thee to wait I On Thou journeyedst, thus securing Me a city more enduring 1

To my spirit now draw nearer,

Lord, as to Jerusalem 1 Let each moment prove Thee dearer ;.

Make this heart a Bethlehem J Thus my Saviour's love possessing. Surelj- 1 have Salem's V>]essingl

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To the world Thou hast sent me, Like the twelve that saw Thy face

Lead me through the journey gently, Keep me near Thee by Thy grace.

My allotted work fulfilling,

Ever ready, ever willing.

Let me gladly see my calling,

When and where Thou sendest me^

Never into darkness falling, Gazing an futurity ;

But obey when Thou hast bidden,

Though Thy counsel should be hiddejl

Let me follow Thee, my Saviour, Not with words or empty show ;

But my heart, my life, behavior, Prove Thy presence here below.

Meekl}^ with tlie fro ward bearing.

And each brother's burden sharing!

Oh, my Lord I if Thou shouldst ever

Call me desolate to roam, For Thy truth and conscience sever

Every tie of house and home, Then draw nearer, if Thou smite me; Let not crosses disunite me.

So shall I, hosannahs singing, All' the desert- way rejoice

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Late and early, praises bringing, But with feeble, earthly voice. Thougli these broken notes distress me, Jesus I Thou wilt hear and bless me 1

Laurentius Laukentl

THE MERCHANT.

" Again, the kingdom of heaven is like unto a merchantmwi seeking goodly pearls : who. when he had found one pearl of great price, went and sold ail that he had, and bought it." — Matt. 13 : 45. 46.

" EiNEN Kaufmann sieht man ohne Gleichen."

Once a merchant travelled f;ir and wide, Over mountain-chains and ocean's tide ; Slighted and despised on every hand, Wearily he passed from land to land.

Not with treasure treasures to acquire, Seemed the wanderer's purpose or desire ; Gold and silver he regarded not — Pearls abne with eagerness he sought.

Many were produced to meet his call ; Strictly he examined, weighed them all; Nothing could deceive, or please his eye: Calmly he surveyed, and passed them by. 6

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Sadly he pursued his search aroimd — Ah 1 the One midst many was not found 1 Stars indeed he saw, but not tlie Sua All his longings sought and dwelt upon.

Wf^ary now with all his wanderings vam, To his native home he tuins again ; There he tinds a Fisher on the strand, Stooping down to draw a net to hind.

What new treasures of the deep are these V Who this unknown Stranger ol the seas ? Clia-nged His aspect now, His bearing high, While He speaks with gentle dignity :

" Peace be with thee ! Xow thou mayest

obtain All so long desired and sought in vain — Thou 'raid many fools the only wise, At thy journey's end behold the prize !"

" Tes, it is the One, Ixjyond compare, Sought so long, abandoned in despair ; Stranger, speak, how may it be my own?' '^All thou hast can be the price alone."

" Be it so I" he joyfiilly replied ;

" Lord, take all, and take myself beside !

For in wondrous love Thou bring'st from

heaven Wlmt no monarch has or could liave given/'

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And the world deceived and foolish call Him, who for one jewel gave his all ; But unheeding wliat they think or say, Glad and satisfied he goes his way.

Food is his which they have never known-^ Cordials granted to liimself alone: From earth's vanities and cares set free, Now he walks in peace and liberty.

Wondrous blessings reach him from above ; Love comes down to meet the heart of

love ; Ever as he views his treasure bright, All his soul is filled with life and light.

Blessed they who find the priceless gem ! Blessed they who seek I It shine^i for them Brightly still, the prize by Godrcrealed, For the victor on Faith's battle-fi':il'^.

Whom the KiKCi3fiCA-v<,%uNDB,

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SUBMISSIOlSr.

**ls your pationce possess ye your souls." — Lokk 81 ; If. " SxnxE, mein Wille I dein Jeau hllft siegen."

Be Still, my soul ! — the Lord is on thy side ; Bear patiently the cross of grief and pain ; Leave to thy God to order and provide — In every change He faithful wUl remain. Be still, my soul I — thy best, thy Heavenly

. Friend Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

Be still, my soul I — thy God doth under- take To guide the future, as He has the past :

Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake, All now mysterious shall be bright at last.

Be still, my soul I — the waves and winda still know

His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.

Be still, my soul! — when dearest frienda depart, And iill is darkened in the vale of tears.

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Then shalt thou better know His love, His

heart, Who comes to soothe thy sorrow and thy

fears. Be still, my soul 1 — thy Jesus can repay From His own fulness all He takes away.

Be scill, my soul ! — the hour is hastening on "When we shall be for ever with the Lord —

When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone, Sorrow forgot. Love's purest joys re- stored.

Ba still, my soul ! — when change and tears are past,

All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.

Be still, ray soul I — begin the song of praise On earth, believing, to thy Lord on high ; Acknowledge Him in all thy works and ways, So shall He view thee with a well- pleased eye. Be still, my soul 1 — the Sun of hfe divine Through passing clouds shall but jnore brightly shine. Unbekanntes

1

86 HTMNS FROM THE

THE BELIEVER'S DYING TES- TAMENT.

" I AM now rea.iv to be offered, and the time of my departni & at hand."— 2 Toi. 4 : 6.

" ICFT habe Lust zu scheiden,"

Weary, waiting to depart,

My spirit longs for flight ; Still I gaze with throbbing heart

To Zion's fields of light. When His summons shall be sent,

^0 dweller here may know — To my dying testament,

Friends, hearken, ere I go I

G-od. my Father, to Thy hand

This spirit I bequeath ; Guide it through this desert land,

And tlirough the gates of death. By Thy gift this soul was mine —

Take it to Thyself again, So shall it for ever Thine

In life and death remain.

What, 0 Jesus, shall I make

An offering to Thee ? Ah I these sins, these sorrows take^

So grievous, Lord, to me.

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In t'ue crirasou stream that, riows.

My Saviour, from Thy side, Thus my faith each burden throws,

Hide them, for ever, hide I

0 thou Spirit of all might!

I yield Thee my last sigh, And to Tliee, in death's dread fight^

I send luy latest cry ! As life's pulses steal away,

Oh ! speak peace to me ! And let iiiy fainting soul that day

Nothing save Jesus see.

Angels, take these flowing tears

From my pale cheeks away I Ye can pity earth-born fears,

And gladly will obey. Bear me to my Saviour's care,

Tn these kind arms of love, And let me for ever share

Yooir tearless bliss above.

Ye beloved ones, and true,

Who weeping round me bend. Though I go. I leave with you

Your everlasting Friend. Take my parting blessing, then.

And weep for me no more — ■ Surely we shall meet again

On ths eteriinl shore '

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Earth, poor earth, I've spent on thee

A long and clouded day : Take as my last legacy,

This dwelling-house of clay; In thy keeping it must fall

To humble dust once more, But, ere long, thy graves shall all

In living truth restore !

This is my last testament —

God 1 fix Thy seal thereto ! Now I wait in calm content.

With heaven full in view. Resting on my Lord in faith,

I .pass securely on. Knowing when I conquer death

My heritage is won 1

B. SCHMULK.

\^7'AITING.

" MrNB hour w aot yet come." — John 2 i " Mkinb Uiuid ist noch uicht komm«n.'-

" Jesus' hour is not yet come ;" Let this word thine answer be, Pilgrim, asking for thy home,

Longing to be blest and free. Yet a season tarry on — ^obly borne is nobly done.

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While oppressing cares and fears, Night and day no respite leave,

btill prolonged through many years, None to help thee or relieve,

Hold the word of promise fast,

I'ill deliverance comes at last.

Every creature-hope and trust.

Every earthly prop or stay, May lie prostrate in the dust,

May have failed or passed away ; Then when darkness falls the night, Jesus comes, and all is light.

Yes. the Comforter draws nigh Vo the breaking, bursting heart,

For, with tender sympathy. He has seen and felt its smart :

Tiirough its darkest hours of ill,

He is waiting, watching still.

Dost thou ask, When comes His ho c f Then, when it shall aid thee bes^

Trust His faithfulness and power, Trust in Him and quietly rest.

Suffer on, and hope, and wait — Jesus never comes too late.

Blessed day, which hastens fast, End of conflict and of sin

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Death itself shall die at last,

Heaven's eternal joys begin. Then eternity shall prove, God is Light, and God is Love. Spftta

PKAISE AND PRAYER.

** If any man be la Chiist, he is a new creature ; old fhingt are passed away ; behold all things are become new." — 2 Coa.

" O TREtJER Heiland Jesu Christ."

We praise and bless Thee, gracious Lord,

Our Saviour kind and true. For all the old things passed away,

For all Thou hast made new.

The old security is gone,

In which so long we lay ; The <\eep of death Thou hast dispelled,

The darkness rolled away.

N'cw hopes, new purposes, desires, And joys, Thy grace has given ;

Old ties are broken from the earth, New ones attach to heaven-

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But yet how much must be destroyed,

How much renewed must be, Ere we can fully stand complete

In likeness, Lord, to Thee 1

Ere to Jerusalem above,

The holy place, we come, Where nothing sinful or defiled

Shiill ever find a home !

Thou, only Thou must carry on

The work Thou hast begun : Of Thine own strength Thou must impartj

In Thine own ways to run.

Ah I leave us not — from day to day

Revive, restore again ; Our feeble steps do Thou direct.

Our enemies restrain.

Whatever would tempt the soul to stray,

Or separate from Thee, That, Lord, remove, however dear

To the poor heart it be I

When the flesh sinks, then strengthen Thou

The spirit from above ; Make us to feel Thy service sweet,

And light Thy yoke of love.

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So shall we faultlesss stand at last

Before Thy Father's throne, The blessedness for ever ours,

The glory all Thine own 1 SrinA.

CALVARY.

s " Sdekly he hath borne our priefs and carried our sorrow*. ' —Isaiah 53 : 4.

" Fliesst, ihr Augen, Fliesst von Thranen."

Flow, my tears, flow still faster, Thus my guilt and sin bemoan ;

Mourn, my heart, in deeper anguish, Over sorrows not thine own I See. a spotless Lamb draw nigh To Jerusalem to die ; For thy sins, the sinless One; Think ! ah I think what thou hast done I

See Him stand while cruel fetters

Bind the hands that framed the world,

While around Plim bitter mocking, Laughter and contempt are hurled. Heathen rage and Jewish scorn, Meekly for our sins are borne. Sin has brought Him from above : Who can fathom such a love ?

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Soon the heavy doom is spoken.

Even Pilate's pleading ceased , Jesus to the cross is chosen,

And Barabbas is released !

Ah 1 tliere is no loving word,

Not one voice of pity heard !

But the loud and frenzied cry, " Crucify Him^ crucify I"

Can we view the Saviour given To the s 111 iter's hands for us ?

Can we all unmoved, unhumbled, See Him mocked and slighted thus t View the thorny chaplet made, For His meek and silent head.

Hear the loud and angry din. And not tremble for our sin ?

Follow from the hall of judgment

This sad Saviour on IHs way ; out in spirit, as ye journey.

Often pause, ^id Irnnbly pray;

Pray the Father to behold

By the Son thy ransom told.

And a Substitute for thee,

In His Well-beloved see I

Must r, Jpsus, thus behold Thee

In Thy toil and sorrow here ? Can I nothing better yield Thee

Than my unavailinp^ teor ?

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Lamb of God ! I weep for Tliee ! Weep, Thy cruel cross to see ! Weep, for death that death destroys I AYeep, for grief that bring^s me joys J

Poor is all tliat I can offer- —

Soul and body while I live ; Take it, 0 my Saviour, take it —

I have nothing more to give.

Come, and in this heart remain ;

Let eaoh enemy be slain;

Let me live and die witli Thee;

To Thy kingdom welcome me.

Loud and louder saints are sinering, Glory ! glory ! Christ, to Thee I

Over death and liell for ever Thou hast triumphed gloriously. I am Thine, and Thou art mine: Oh ! to see Thy brightness shine I Lord t Thy day of grief is o'er, Come in glory — come once more !

LacAentids Laubknti

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REUNION.

" I SHALL go to him." —2 Sam. 1* : 33. " WiEDKKSEHN ! ja, wiedersehn wild einflt,"

Meet again ! yes, we shall meet again^ Tlioagli now we part in pain !

His people all

Together Christ shall call.

Hallelujah !

Soon the days of absence shall be o'er,

And thou shalt weep no more ; Our meeting day Shall wipe alL tears away.

Hallelujah I

Now T go with gladness to our home, With gladness thou shalt come ;

There I will wait

To meet thee at heaven's gate. Hallelujah I

Dearest I what delight again to share Our sweet communion there I

To walk among

The holy ransomed throng.

Hallelujah I

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Here, in many a grief, our hearts were one^

But there in joys alone ; Joy fading never. Increasing, deepening ever.

Hallelujah !

Not to mortal sight can it be given To know the bliss of heaven ;

But thou shalt be

Soon there, and sing with me,

Hallelujah I

Meet again ! yes, we shall meet again, Though now we part in pain ! Together all His people Christ shall call

Hallelujah! M. A. ZiLLm

JJSSUS ALIi-SUFFICIEKTT.

•* The Lord is my portion, saith my soul." — Lam. 3 : 4 " Wknn ich Ihu nur habe."

If only He is mine —

If but this poor heart Never more, in grief or joy, May from Him depart, Then farewell to sadness, All I feel is love, and hope, and gladnei

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[f on\ f He is mine,

Then from all below, Leaning on my pilgrim-staff, Gladly forth I go From the crowd who follow In the broad, bright road, their pleasures false and hollow.

If only He is mine,

-Then all else is given ; Every blessing lifts my eyes And my heart to heaven. Fill'd with heavenly love, Earthly hopes and fears no longer tempt to move.

There, where He is mine,

Is my Fatherland, And my heritage of bliss

Daily cometh from His hand. Now I find again

'li His people love long lost, and moum^i in vain. \otal»

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ANTICIPATION.

*' Beloved, now are we the sons of God : and it doth BOt j appear what we shaU be." — 1 John 3 : 2.

" WiB wird mir aeyn?"

What shall I be, my Lord, when I behold

Thee In awful majesty at God's right hand, And ^mid th' eternal glories that enfold

me, In strange bewilderment, 0 Lord, I

stand ? What shall I be ? — these tears, they dim my

sight, I can not catch the blissful vision rio^ht.

What shall I be, Lord, when Thy radiant

glory, As from the grave I rise, encircles me ; When brightly pictured in the light before

me, What eye hath never seen, my eyes shall

see? What shall I be ? Ah 1 blessed and sub

Hme Is' the dim prospect of that glorious time I

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What shall I be, when days of grief are ended, From earthly fetters set for ever free ; "When from the harps of saiuts and angels blended, I hear the burst of joyful melody? What shall I be, when, risen from the

dead, Sin, death, and hell I never more shall dread ?

What shall I be, when all around are

thronging The loved of earth, where I have come

to dwell ; WTien all is joy and praise — no anxious

longing, No bitter parting, and no sad farewell ? What shall I be ? Ah I how the streaming

light Can lend a brightness to this dreary night I

Yes J faith can never know the full salva* tion, Which Jesus for His people will prepare ; Then will I wait in peaceful expectation, Till the Good Shepherd comes to take me there. My Lord, my God, a blissful end I see, Though now I know not what I yet shall be I Langbbckeb.

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GOD CALLING YET*

*• Unto you, O men, I call ; and ray Yolce Is to the soxa oi man."— Pkov. 8:4.

" GoTT rufet noch 1"

God calling yet! — and shall I never

hearken, But still earth's witcheries my spirit

darken ? This passing life, these passing joys, all

flying, And still my soul in dreamy slumbers

lying 1

God calling yet I — and I not yet arising, So long His loving, faithful voice despising; So falsely His unwearied care repaying: He calls me still, and still I am delaying.

God calling yet 1 — loud at my door is knocking,

And I my heart, my ear, still firmer lock- ing:

He still is ready, willing to receive me,

Is waiting now, but ah 1 He soon may ,leave me.

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God calling yet I — and I no answer giv-

incr •

I dread His yoke, and am in bondage

living ; Too long I linger, but not yet forsaken, He calls me still. 0 my poor heart,

awaken 1

A.h 1 yield Him all — all to His care confid- ing:

Where but with Him are rest and peace abiding ?

Unloose, unloose, break earthly bonds asunder.

And let this spirit rise in soaring wonder.

God calling yet ! T can no longer tarry, Nor to my God a heart divided carry ; Now, vain and giddy world, your spells

are broken — Sweeter than all, the voice of God has

spoken 1 Geruabd Tkrstebqm

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RESIGNATION.

^ What I «nall we receive good at the hand of God, a iall we not ^ceive evil I" — Job 2 : 10.

" IcH hab' in guten Stunden."

I HAVE had my days of blessing, All the joys of life possessing,

Unnumber'd they appear I Then let faith and patience cheer me, Now that trials gather near me :

Where is life without a tear ?

Yes, 0 Lord, a sinner looking O'er the sins Thou art rebuking,

Must own Thy judgments light. Surely I, so oft offending. Must, in humble patience bending.

Feel Thy chastisements are right

Let me, o'er transgression weeping, Find the grace my soul is seeking ;

Receiving at Thy throne Strength to meet each tribulation, Looking for the great salvation,

Trusting in my Lord alone I

While 'mid earthly tears and sighing, Still to praise Thee feebly trying. StiU clinging, Lord, to Thee:

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Quietly on Thy love relying, 1 am Thine — and, hving, dying, Surely all is well with me !

CUEISTIAN FURCHTEGOTT GtLLKRT.

REST.

•* Wk which have believed do enter into rest." — Hgb. 4 : 6. ** IcH bleib bei Dir ! wo koennt ich 's besser haben!"

[ REST with Thee, Lord ! whither should I go? I feel so blest within Thy home of love 1 The blessings purchased by Thy pain and woe, To Thy poor child Thou sendest from above. Oh 1 never let Thy grace depart from me : So shall I still abide, my Lord, with Thee.

I rest with Thee ! Eternal life the prize Thou wilt bestow, when faith'* good fight is won ; What can earth give but vain regrets and sighs, To the poor heart whose passing bliss ifl done ?

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For lasting joys I fleeting ones resign, Since Jesus calls me His, and He is mina

I rest with Thee ! No other place of rest Can now attract, no other portion please .

The soul, of heavenly treasure once possest, All eartlily glory with indifference sees.

Poor world, farewell 1 thy splendors tempt no more —

The power of grace I feel, and thine is o'er,

I rest with Thee ! with Thee, whose won- drous love Descends to seek the lost, the fallen raise, Oh 1 that my wliole of future life might prove One hallelujah, one glad song of praise 1 So shall I sing, as time's last moments flee Now and for ever, Lord, I rest with Thee j Adolph Moeaht

IiOOKING TO JESUS.

before her shearers is dumb, so he opeueth not his mou'th." — Is>AiAH 53 : 7.

* O sTiLLEs Lanrm."

0 SILENT Lamb ! for me Thou hast endured, Jesus, Thou holy, perfect, sinless One 1

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TLy grief and bitter anguish have secured My soui's salvation, when this race is run. Then, lot mo, to Thine image true, Thus meekly suffer, with the crown in view.

Tiie narrow way that leads us up to hea- ven, Must here through strife and tribulation lie; Then on the thorny path may strength be given, This sinful flesh, 0 Lord, to crucify. Oh ! take this feebleness away, And make me strong to meet each future dayl

Here, daily crosses come to try our weak- ness, Here, every member must some burden bear ; But, 0 my Saviour, if I take with meek- ness. The cross appointed by Thy love and care. Too great, too long, it will not rjo, For it is weigh'd and measured out by Thee.

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£f thus we journey patiently through sad- ness. Each griuf will make us dearer to our Lord; But if we flee the cross, in search of glad- ness, We can not shun His dread, avenging sword. Oh ! blessed they who hear the call, Who take the cross, and follow, leaving all I .

So help me. Lord, Thy holy will to ?ufifer,

And still a learner at Thy feet to be ; Grive faith and patience when the way is rougher. And at the end a joyful victory.

Thus grief itself is changed to song, Oiltimes on earth, but evermore ere long. Karl Hbimkich vok Booatid

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PKAISE.

"Lkt every thing that hath breath pruise the Lord. Praisa ye the Lord."— Psalm 150 : 6.

•* LoBK den Herren I'*

Praise to Jehovah 1 the almighty King of

Creation! Swell heaven's chorus, chime in every heart, every nation I 0 my sonl ! wake — Harp, hite, and psaltery take, Sound forth in glad adoration.

Praise to Jehovah I whose love o'er thy

course is attending. Redeeming thy life, and thee from all evil defending.

Through all the past, 0 my soul ! over thee cast, His sheltering wings were bending I

Praise to Jehovah ! whose fence has been

planted around thee, Who, from His heavens, with blessing and mercy has crowned thee. Think, happy one ! What He can do, and has done, Since in His pity Ho found thee.

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PraLse to Jehovah I all that has breath praise

Him, sing praises ; Bless God, 0 my soul, and all tliat is in me, sing praises. In Him rejoice, Until for ever thy voice The hymn of eternity raises 1

JoAomM Neandetb.

HYMINT SUIsTG AT A FUNERAIi.

" Herk we have no continuing city, but we seek one to come." — Hkb. 18 : 14.

" WoHLAUF ! wohlan ! zum letzten Saiijj, Kurz ist dor Weg, die Rabo ist lang.''

Come forth ! come on, with solemn song I The road is short, the rest is long 1 The Lord brought here, He calls away •

Make no delay, This home was for a passing day.

Here in an inn a stranger dwelt, Here joy and grief by turns he felt ; Poor dwelling, now we close thy door I

The task is o'er, The sojourner returns no more !

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Now of a lasting home possest, He goes to seek a deeper rest. G-ood-night 1 the day was sultry here,

In toil and fear, Good-night 1 the night is cool and clear.

Chime on, ye bells I again begin, And ring the Sabbath morning in, The laborers week-day work is done,

The rest begun, Which Christ hath for His people won I

Now open to us, gates of peace 1 Here let the pilgrim's journey cease. Ye quiet slumberers, make room

In your still home, For the new stranger who has come I

How many graves around us lie 1 How many homes aie in the skyl Y"es, for each saint d jth Christ prepare

A place with care : Thy home is waiting, brother, there I

Jesus, Thou reignest. Lord alone, Thou wilt return and claim Thine own. Come quickly. Lord ! return again 1

Amen ! A men I Thine seal us ever, now and then I

F. Sachbii.

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RESURRECTION.

♦* This corruptible must put on incorniption, and tills ruortal must put on inimo'^ality." — 1 Cob. 15 : 53.

" AuFKRSTKHV, jft auforstchn."

Thou shalt rise ! my dust, thou shalt arise !

Not always closed thine eyes ; Thy life's first Giver "WUl give thee life for ever.

Ah ! praise His name I

Sown in darkness, but to bloom again. When, aftef- winter's reigu,

Jesus is reaping

The seed now quietly sleeping.

Ah I praise His name !

Day of praise ! for thee, thou wondrous

day. In my quiet grave I stay ; And when I nu'nber My days and nights of slumber, Thou wakest me I

Then, as they who dream, we sliall aris3

With Jesus to the skies,

And find tliat morrow. The weary pilgrim's sorrow

All paiit and gone 1

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Then, with the Hohest I tread, By my Redeemer led,

Through Heaven soaring,

His holy name adoring Eternally I

KlOP8TOOK«

HERE AND THERE.

" Eye hath not seen, nor oar heard, neither have ent«rod iaia the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for thoai Ihnt love hina."— 1 Cor. 2 : 9.

" Was koin Aiigo hat gesehen."

What no human eye hath seen, What no mortal ear hath heard,

What on thought hath never been In its noblest flights conferred —

This hath Crod prepared in store

For His people evermore I

When the shaded pilgrim-land Fades before my closing eye,

Then revcal'd on either hand Heaven's own scenery shall lie

Then the veil of flesh shall fall,

Now concealing, darkening alL

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Heavenly landscapes, calmly bright, Life's pure river murmuring low,

Forms of loveliness and light, Lost to earth long time ago ;

Yes, mine own, lamented long,

Shine amid the angel throng !

Many a joyful sight was given, Many a lovely vision here —

Hill, and vale, and starry even,

Friendship's smile. Affection's tear ;

These were shadows, sent in love,

Of realities above !

When upon my wearied ear Earth's last echoes faintly die,

Tlien shall angel-harps draw near — All the chorus of the sky ;

Long-hushed voices blend again,

Sweetly, in that welcome-strain.

Here were sweet and varied tones, Bird, and breeze, and fountain's iaQ,

Yet creation's travail-groans Ever sadly sigh'd through all

There no discord jars the air —

Harmony is perfect there I

When this aching heart shall rest. All its busy pulses o'er,

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Prom her mortal robes undrest Shall my spirit upward soar. Then shall unimagined joy All my thoughts and powers employ.

Here devotion's healing balm

Often came to soothe my breast —

Hours of deep and holy calm, Earnests of eternal rest.

But the bhss was here unknown,

Which shall there be all my own !

Jesus reigns, the Life, the Sun Of that wondrous world above ;

All the clouds and storms are gon^, All is Hght, and pU is love.

All the shadows melt away

In the hlazi> ot perfect, day ! Iiancie.

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JOY IN BELIEVING.

"If any man be in Christ, he is a new cr«mtarB.'* — I Cob. 5 : 17.

" IcH glaabe. Hallelujah !"

Hallelujah ! I believe !

Now the giddy world stands fast, Now my soul has found an anchor

Till the night of storm is past. All the gloomy mists are rising,

And a clue is in my hand, Through earth's labyrinth to guide me

To a bright and heavenly land.

Hallelujah! I believe! .

Sorrow's bitterness is o'er, And affliction's heavy burden

Weighs my spirit down no more. On the cross the mystic writing

Now revealed before me lies, And I read the words of comfort, " As a father, I chastise."

Hallelujah ! I believe !

Now no longer on ray soul All the debt of sin is lying —

One sjre-.t Frien.l hiifl paid the whole I

i

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Ice-bound fields of legal labor I have left, with all their toil ;

While the fruits of love are growing From a new and genial soil.

Hallelujah ! I believe !

Now life's mystery is gone, Gladly through its fleeting shadows,

To the end I journey on. Through the tempest or the sunshine,

Over flowers or ruins led, Still the path is homeward hasting.

Where all sorrow shall have fled.

Hallelujah ! I believe !

Now, 0 Love ! I know thy power. Thine no false or fragile fetters,

Not the rose-wreaths of an hour ! Christian bonds of holy union.

Death itself does not destroy ; Yes, to live, and love forever,

Is our heritage of joy !

Mowss.

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LOWLY,

'* Blebbbd are the poor in spirit : for theirs Is the tiogdoni »f keaven." — Matt. 5 : 3

" HiNAB geht Christ! Weg."

Christ's patli was sad and lowly,

But yet thou, in thy pride, Wouldst climb the highest summit,

And on the hight abide ! Wouldst thou to heaven arise ?

Thy Lord the way will show thee ; For who would climb these skies,

Must first with Him be lowly.

Lowly, my soul, be lowly —

Follow the paths of old : The feather riseth lightly,

But never so the gold ! The stream, descending fast,

Has gathered, quietly, slowly— A river rolls at last —

Therefore, my soul, be lowly.

Lowly, my eyes, be lowly : God, from His throne above,

Looks down upon the humble. In kindness and in love.

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Still, as I rise, I shall

Have greater depths below me, And haughty looks must fall —

Therefore, mine eyes, be lowly.

Lowly, my hands, be lowly :

Christ's poor around us dwell, Stoop down, and kindly cherish

The flock He loves so well. Not toiling to secure

This world's fame and glory — Thy Saviour blessed the poor,

Therefore, my hands, be lowly

Lowly, my heart, be lowly :

So God shall dwell with thee ; It is the meek and patient

Who shall exalted be. Deep in the valley rest

The Spirit's gifts most holy, And they who seek are blest —

Therefore, my heart, be lowly

Lowly, I would be lowly !

This frame, to earth allied, Must first to dust be humbled

Ere it be glorified ! My God, prepare me here

For all that lies before me ; ' I would in heaven appear.

And so I would be lowly

Ingolsteller.

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THE CHKISTIAN- CBOSS.

"Thek said Jesus unto his disciples. If any man will coma ifler me, let liim deny himself, and take up his cross, and ^Uow me." — Matt. 16:24.

" Der Christen Schmuck and Ordensband.'*

The Christian's badge of honor here,

Has ever been the cross ; And when its hidden joys appear,

He counts it gain, not loss.

He bears it meekly, as is best, While struggling here with sin ;

He wears it not upon his breast, Ah ! no, it is within..

And if it bring him pain or shame,

He takes it joyfully. For well he knows from whom it camo

And what its end shall be.

Only a little while 'tis borne, And as a a pledge is given

Of robes of triumph, to be worn For evermore in heaven.

Spitta.

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BONO- OF THE SOJOUKNER.

" Io« bin ein Gast nuf Erdeii."

A PILGRIM and a stranger,

I journey here below ; Far distant is my country,

The home to which I go. Here I must toil and travel,

Oft weary and opprest, But there my God shall lead me

To everlasting rest.

I've met with storms and danger,

Even from my early years. With enemies and conflicts,

With fightings and with fears. There's nothing here that tempts me

To wish a longer stay, So I must hasten forwards.

No halting or delay.

It is a well-worn pathway —

Many have gone before: The hofy saints and prophets,

The patriarchs of yore.

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They trod the toilsome joumejr In patience and in faith ;

And them I fuin would follow, Like them in life and death !

Who would share Abraham's blessing,

Must Abraham's path pursue, A stranger and a pilgrim,

Like him, must journey through. The foes must be encountered,

The dangers must be passed ; Only a faithful soldier

Receives the crown at last.

So I must hasten forwards —

Thank God, the end will come I This land of my sojourning

Is not my destined home. That ever more abideth,

Jerusalem above, The everlasting city.

The land of light and love.

There still my thoughts are dwelling,

'Tis there I long to be ! Come, Lord, and call Thy servant

To blessedness with Thee ! Come, bid my toils be ended.

Let all my wanderings cease ; Call from the wayside lodging.

To the sweet liome of peace !

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There I shall dwell forever,

No more a stranger guest, With all Thy blood-bought children

In everlasting rest. The pilgrim toils forgotten,

The pilgrim conflicts o'er, All earthly griefs behind us,

Eternal joys before !

Paul Gerhardt.

THE CHRISTIAlSr HOUSEHOLD

" And they constrained Him, saying, Abide vrith U8.' Lumi 24 : 29.

" O BBLio Haus, wo man dich aufgenommen."

0 HAPPY house ! where Thou art loved tht best, Dear Friend and Saviour of our race, Where never comes such welcomed hon- ored Guest, Where none can ever fill Thy place ; Where every heart goes forth to meet Thee, Where every ear attends Thy word,. Where every lip with blessing greets Thee, Where all are waiting on tlieir Lord.

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0 happy house ! where two are one in heart,

In faith and hope are one, Whom death can only for a Uttle part,

Not end the union here begun ; Who share together one salvation.

Who would be with Thee, Lord, always, ?n gladness or in tribulation,

In happy or in evil days.

0 happy house ! whose little ones are given

Early to Thee, in faith and prayer — To Thee, their Friend, who from the highta of heaven

Guards them with more than mother's care. J hdppy house ! where little voices

Their glad hosannas love to raise. And ohildhood's lisping tongue rejoices

To bring new songs of love and praise.

0 happy house ! and happy servitude !

Where all alike one Master own ; Where daily duty, in Thy strength pirsued,

Is never hard nor toilsome known ; Where each one serves Thee, meek and lowly,

Whatever Tiiine appointment be, Till common tasks seem great and holy, , When thev are done as unto Thee.

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0 happy house ! where Thou art not forgot

When joy is flowing full and free ,• 0 happy house ! where every wound la brought, Physician, Comforter, to Thee. Until at last, earth's dayVwork ended,

All meet Thee in that home above, From whence Thou camest, where Thou hast ascended. Thy heaven of glory and of love !

Spitta.

THE TWO JOURITEYS.

*' Tnin shall ye return, and discern between the righteous Kiid the wicked ; between him that serveth God, and him tiiat aerveth him not." — Mai.. 3 : 18.

" WoHiN, wohin ?"

** Whither, oh ! whither ?" " With blind- folded eyes, Down a wild torrent under stormy skies, A gulf between two dark eternities,

Drifting, we know not where !"

** Whither oh ! whither ?" '* To a land of light, A home of loveliness serene and bright, Joyfully hastening with steady flight. Our hearts before us there f

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♦* Whither, oh! whither?" '* Life's short pleasures past, Hope's funeral knell the sound on every

blast, Heaven's entrance closed, to ruin hurried fast,

A leaf before the wind 1"

'* Whither, oh ! whither?" " Pilgrims near their home, No longer in a foreign land to roam ; Bright and bek)ved ones waiting till we come,

All sorrow left behind !"

** Whither, oh ! whither ?" " Who the path can say To where some star will lend a cheering

ray? Or through earth's labyrinth direct our way,

So wildly sought in vain !"

"Whither, oh! whither?" '* Christ the risen One, Through life and death, hath now to

glory gone, He sends His messengers to lead us on — The way is broad and plain !"

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"Whither, oh ! whither?" " Terrible reply From yon white throne of judgment in the sky : * Depart, accursed ! from my presence fly Forever' — awful word !"

" Whither, oh ! whither ?" Washed from earthly stain. No more to wander or to fall again ; Forever with the Father to remain, Forever with the Lord !"

MOWES.

A LITTLE ^WHILE.

" A LiTTLB while, and ye shall, not see me : and again a little while, and ye shall see me ; because I go to the Father." — joHsi Id : 16.

"UBBER°in kleinos!" so sprach Er m naechtlicher Stunde.

** A LITTLE while !" — so spake our gracious Lord To tlie sad band around that sacred board,

While His long-burdened heart Already felt the smart

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*Tis for thee also, weeping, weary one ! Are not all things around thee hasten- ing on ?

Thy Father's hand ordains All these, thy griefs and pains — " A little wliile !" — they, too, are past and gone.

Have all the lights of love quite died

away ? Has thy last star withdrawn its cheering ray ?

Till the long night wears past. Weeping and prayer must last ; But joy approaches with the dawning day.

Do friends misunderstand, or mock thy

pain ? Hast thou too fondly trusted, loved in vain ?

The Faithful One and True Can blighted hopes renew, And hearts long severed reunite again.

"A little while !" — the fetters clasp no more»

The spirit, long enthralled, is free to soar,

And takes its joyful flight,

On radiant wings of light,

To the blest mansions of the heavenly

sh(jre.

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There end the longings of the weary

breast, The good sought after here is there possest ;

Ride o'er the stormy sea, Poor bark ! soon shalt thon be In the calm haven of eternal rest.

"A little while!" look forward and hope on ! Soon shall the troubled dreams of night be gone.

The shadows pass away Before the abiding day, The Saviour comes, to claim and bless His own ! Meta Hauser.

SHADOW AND SUBSTANCE.

"But the word of the Lord endiireth forever. And tbic is the word which by the Gospel is preached unto you."-— I Pkt. 1 : 25.

" Da8 Leben ist gleich einem Traum."

This life is like a flying dream, Or like the vapor from the stream, Or like the fjrass that grows to-day, ,

But fades away, When wiiids across it roughly play.

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Only Thyself, my God, art now- Just as Thou wert — my Refuge Thou— « Though rock and mountain be destroyed,

There is no void. With Thy loved presence still enjoyed.

Thus sojourning in this low scene, Upon my Saviour I w^ould lean, And learn as moments quickly fly,

Self to deny, Dead to the world, before I die.

• Vain joys, away ! yea, spread your wings For I have tasted better things. I seek a portion all divine.

Ever to shine ; Lord Jesus make me w?iolly Thine.

Joachim Neanosx.

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THE MISSIONARY ON THE SEA SHORE.

" And a vision appearpd to Paul in the night : There stood B man ol'MaceiJonia, and prayed liiu), saying, Come over into Macedonia, and help us." — Acts 16 : 9.

" WiE schaumt so feierlich zu unsern Fuessen.''

Dark mighty Ocean, rolling to our feet ! In thy low murmur many voices meet, The sound of distant lands brought strange- ly near

To Fancy's ear.

From shores unknown comes the sweet

Sabbath bell, New languages the old glad tidings tell. We hear the hymn of praise — the martyr's

song —

All borne along.

And starting at the summons, we obey, And o'er thy waves prepare to find our way, Leaving the ties of country and of home, Ocean, we come !

Our chariot thou, to bear us to the lands Where fields* of promise wait our willing

hands ; Thou and ourselves are servants, to fulfill Our Master's will ! 9

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And whether in thy depths we find a grave, Or with our heart's-blood dye the distant

ware, Or with glad hopes, upon thy billows borne, Homewards return ;

Whether to death or hfe our course leads

on — The Master knows — His holy will be done ! To life eternal, when all storms are past, We come at last !

F. DE LA MOTTE FOUQUE.

SABBATH MOB.N1NQ HYMN".

•*Thi» is the Jay which the Lord hath made ; We will r» ^ice and be glad in it." — Psalm 118 : 24.

"Hallelujah! Schoener MorgenI"

Hallelujah ! Fairest morning. Fairer than my words can say,

Down I lay the heavy burden Of life's toil and care to-day ;

While this morn of joy and love

Brings fresh vi";or from above.

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Sunday, full of holy glory !

Sweetest rest-day of the soul^ Light upon a darkened world

From thy blessed moments roll Holy, happy heavenly day, Thou canst charm my grief away I

Now I taste my Father's goodness, Falling like the morning dew,

While of pastures even fairer I would take a distant view ;

Where my Shepherd's flock I see,

Where my dwelling soon shall be !

Oh ! be silent, earthly turmoil, I have work more sweet and blest,

And each thought would gather home ward On this happy day of rest.

Thus with clearer faith to see

All my Lord has done for me.

In the gladness of His worship,

I will seek my joy to-day : It is then I learn the fullness

Of the grace for which I pray; When the woi-d of life is given Like the Saviour's voice from heaven.

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Let the day's sweet hours be ended Prayerfully, as they began ;

And Thy blessing, Lord, be granted, Till earth's days and weeks are done ;

That at last Thy servant may

Keep eternal Sabbath day.

SCHMOLK.

CHARITY.

" And the King shall answer and say unto tfiem. Verily I Bay unto yon, Inasniiirh its ye have done it unto one of the least of the.se my brethren, ye have done it unto me." — Matt. S'i : 40.

"CHBtsT! w^nn die Armen manchesmal."

Ah Chi-istian ! if the needy poor

Haye e'er unheeded been, Beware lest at thy closed door

The Saviour stood unseen.

Let heart and house be open thrown, Thy gifts with others share ;

Let holy charity be shown To all who need thy care.

Then, while thy glance abroad is oast,

The Lord is by thy side ; For through the open door He passed

Because it was so wide.

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And ere thy beating heart can guess Who entered by the door,

His gracious hands are raised to blesa Thy basket and thy store ;

To bless thee all time's little day,

With His almighty love : To bless the long eternity

That waits for thee above —

Where soon the pearly gates, which stand, To all He'll open throw, Who, for His sake, with willing hand, Did minister below.

Hey.

VTEl TOO ARE THIXE.

T«» Lord reigneth ; let the earth rejoice." — Pialii 97: 1. ** Hbrk, unser Golt, niit Ehrfurcht dienen."

Lord our God, in reverence lowly. The hosts of heaven call Thee ^' holy." From cherubim and seraphim. From angel phalanx, far extending, , In fuller tones is still ascending The " holy, holy," of their hymn.

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The fount of joy Thou art, Ever filling every heart, Ever ! ever ! We too are Thine, and with them sing, "■ Thou, Lord, and only Thou art King/'

Lord, there are bending now before Thee The elders, with their crowned glory, The first-born of the blessed band. There, too, earth's ransomed and for- given Brought by the Saviour safe to heaven, In glad unnumbered myriads stand. Loud are the songs of praise Their mingled voices raise, Ever ! ever ! We too are Thine, and with them sing, '' Thou, Lord, and only Thou art King/'

They sing in sweet, and sinless numbers, The wondrous love that never slumbers, And of the wisdom, power, and might, The truth and faithfulness abiding. And over all Thy works presiding. But they can scarcely praise aright ; For all is never sung, Even by seraph's tongue. Never ! never ! We too are Thine, and with them sing, "Thou, Lord, and only Thou art King."

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Oh ! come, reveal Thyself more fully, That we may loam to praise more truly ; Make every heart a temple true, Filled with Thy glory overflowing, More of Thy love each morning sho\ving, And waking praises loud and new — Here let Thy peace divine Over Thy children shine, Ever ! ever ! And glad or sad, we joining sing, " Thou, Lord, and only Thou art King." G. Tersteegen.

SUBMISSION".

" It is the Lord ; let him do what seemeth him good."— Sam. 3 : 18.

' Dp sollst," so sprach der Herr, " du soHst ermatten."

Thus said the Lord : *' Thy days of health are over !"

And, like the mist, my vigor fled away ;

Till but a feeble shadow was remaining,

A fragile form, fast hasting to decay.

The May of life, with all its blooming flowers —

The joys of life, in colors bright arrayed —

The hopes of Ufe, in all their airy pro- mise—

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I saw them ia the distance slowly fade ; Then sighs of sorrow in my soul

would rise, Then silent tears would overflow my eyes ! But a warm sunbeam, from a higher

spliere, Stole through the gloom, and dried up

every tear. Is this Thy will, good Lord ? — the strife is o^er, Thy servant weeps no more.

•'Thy cherished flock thou mayest feed

no longer !" — Thus said the Lord, who gave them to

my liand ; Nor even was my sinking heart permitted To ask the reason of the stern command. The Shepherd's rod had been so gladly

carried, The flock had followed long, and loved

it well : Alas ! the hour was dark, the stroke was

heavy, When sudden from my nerveless grasp

it fell. Then sighs of sorrow in my soul would

rise, Then rushing tears would overflow

my eyes !

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But I beheld Thee, 0 my Lord and God !

Beneath the Cross, lay down the Shep- herd's rod ;

Is this Thy will, good Lord ? — the strife is o'er. Thy servant weeps no more.

*^Never again thou may est feed my people !" Thus said the Lord, with countenance

severe ; And bade me lay aside, at once, forever. The robes of office, honored long and

dear. The sacred mantle from my shoulders

falling, The sacred girdle loosening at His word, I could but think and say, while sadly

gazing, I have been once a pastor of the Lord ! Then groans of anguish in my soul

would rise. Then burning tears would overflow

my eyes ! But His own garment once was torn

away. To the rude soldiery a spoil and prey ; Is this Thy will, good Lord ? — the strife

is o'er, Thy servant weeps no more. '

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** From the calm port of safety rudely

severed, Through stormy waves thy shattered

bark must go, And dimly see, amid the darkness

sinking, Nothing but heaven above, and depths

below !" Thus said the Lord — and through a

raging ocean Of doubts and fears my spirit toiled in

vain. Ah ! many a dove went forth, of hope

inquiring. • But none with olive leaf returned again ! Then groans of anguish in my soul

would rise. Then tears of bitterness o'erflowed

my eyes ! But through the gloom the promised

light was giv^en, From the dark waves I could look up to

heaven : Is this Thy will, good Lord ? — the strife

is o'er. Thy servant weeps no more.

^ Thou shalt find kindred hearts, in love united. And with them in the vrilderness rejoice

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Yet stand prepared, each gentle tie un- twining, To separate, at my commanding voice." Thus said the Lord — He gave, as He

had promised — How many a loving heart has met my

own ! But, ever must the tender bonds be

broken, «

And each go forwards, distant and alone ! Then sighs of sorrow in my soul would

rise. Then tears of anguish overflowed my

eyes ! — But Thou hast known the bitter parting

day. From the beloved John hast turned

away — Is this Thy will, good Lord ?^the strife

is o'er. Thy servant weeps no more.

MowES.

Tbepe stanzas were irritten by the devoted pastor, Ileio r'-ch Moewes, in 1832. when obliged by illness to rasigo tht nUDisterial office.

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A, PASTOR'S PARTING WORDS.

"To me to live is Christ, and to die is gain." — Phil. 1 :al.

"Merkt Ihr's, Freunde! Mein Auge wird muede."

Hear me, my friends! the hour bds

come, Soon I must leave you, and hasten home ; Then, ere our Father shall call me to

rest, Hear my last wishes, my last request.

When my last moments on earth draw

near. When ray own voice you no longer hear, Then gather round me, and sing the song We have sung together and loved so

long.

Sing of His love, who has died to save, Him who has entered and spoiled the

grave ; Sing with glad accents and grateful heart, Sing till my spirit in peace depart.

Fold my cold hands on mv quiet breast, Close my tired eyelids in gentle rest, One farewell ki?^ of" affection take- Leave mc to slu nber till Christ shall awake.

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To our last dwelling-place bear me along With sweetest music of chimes and song; There let the evergreen branches wave, And bright flowers blossom around my grave.

Though a long darkness has veiled my

eyes, Still let them look to the eastern skies ; There, where the Morning Star rose

bright, Jesus, the San of our darkest night.

Carve but these words on the simple

stone, '•* Living and dying^ of Jesus alone Ever he spoke to the Church beneath ; Sweet to him^ therefore, vjas life and

deaths

When ye revisit the peaceful spot, Ck)me with soft tears and with tender

thought ; Look up to heaven in hope and prayer- Jesus again will unite us there !

MOWES.

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BE THOU MY FKIEND.

" Henceforth, 1 call you not servants, but I have called you friends." — Johm 15: 15.

"Set du mem Freund, und schau m meine Brust.'

Be Thou my Friend, and look upon my heart, Lord Jesus, Son of man ! Each seed of good or ill that there has part Do Thou in mercy scan. The burning springs there lurking, • 0 Lord ! Thou canst control. And each wild passion, working Within my sinful soul.

In mortal weakness, once was veiled Thy

might,

Light of Eternal Day !

Before Thee lay temptation's dreary fight,

And yet. Thou wentst that way !

And Tliou couldst weep with sorrow,

Or share our bridal mirth, And yet no tarnish borrow From this polluted earth.

Beneath Thy feet the realms of earth wer« spread. All bathed in golden gloss ;

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One word had laid their crowns upon Thy head, Yet, Thou couldst choose the cross ! And from Thy throne descending, Couldst take the pilgrim's path, And with Thy hosts attending, Couldst die a murderer's death !

How the world hated Thee, and vengeance hurled Against Thee, great Unknown ! How Thou didst love this poor and blinded world, And bought her for Thine own ! Her arrows pierced through Thee,

From cruel, willing hands ; Yet Thou wouldst draw her to Thee With loving, gentle bands.

Thou hast returned, all pure and holy, home, My Brother, and my Lord ! And when with trembling to Thy throne I come. My Refuge is Thy word. There, by Thine arm fast holding,

And hidden, by Thy grace.

Within Thy robes deep folding,

Let me behold God's face.

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Yes ! be my Friend, and look upon my heart,

On all that's hidden there ; The deeper guilt that stings me with its dart, The unknown sins I bear, The passions that distress me,

Let Thy pure presence slay; The sorrows that oppress me Before Thee flee away.

Oh ! shine upon me with Thy holy light,

When gathering gloom I see, And leave me not in tribulation's night, But send sweet peace to me ! . The chains of sin dissever,

Blind fancy's wildest play ; Then, then, my Lord, forever

Take grief and sin away ! Lanqs.

AS THOU WILT.

••Thb will of the Lord be done." — Acts 21 : 14. " WiK Gott will ! also will ich sagen.**

As Thou wilt, my God ! I ever say ;

What Thou wilt is ever best for me ; What have I to do with earthly care,

Since to-morrow I may leave with Thee? Lord, Thou knowest, I am not my own. All niy ho}>e and help depend on Thee alone.

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As Thou wilt ! still I can believe ;

Never did the word of promise fail. Faitli can hold it fast, and feel it sure, Though temptations cloud and fears assail. Why art thou disquieted, 0 my soul ? When thy Father knows, and rules the whole.

As Thou wilt ! still I can endure ;

Patiently my daily cross can bear ; Why should I complain, a pardoned child,

If the children's portion here I share ? As Thou wilt, my Father and my God ! I can drink the cup, and kiss the rod.

As Thou wilt ! still I can hope on.

Sunshine may return when storms hav< past ; Thine All-seeing Eye of sleepless love

Watches o'er my path from first to last When Thou wilt, upon the desert plain Springs may rise anew, and rivers flo^ again.

As Thou wilt ! all life's journey through,

To Thy will my own I would resign ; If on earth I have but little store,

Be it so ! all heaven shall be mine ; Or if but Thyself, my God, art given, ' Nothing more I need, or ask in earth or heaven. 10

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As Thou wilt ! when Thine hour has come, Let Thy servant, Lord, in peace depart ,

Good it is to love and serve Thee here, Better to be with Thee where Thou art.

When, or where, or how the call may be,

It will not come too early or too late for me.

As Thou wilt, 0 Lord ! I ask no more.

With the promise. Faith pursues her way ; Patience can endure through sorrow^s night, Hope can look beyond to heaven's own day, Lo'^'^ can wait, and trust, and labor still ; Li^o and death shall be, according to Thy will ! Neumeister.

SABBATH HYMN.

'TAB in the Spirit an tlie Ijont's tlay." — Rbt. 1 : 1(X "Zbisb Pit'h uns ohne Hiielle."

Lord, remove the veil away, Let us see Thyself to-day ! rhou who earnest from on high, For our sins to bleed and die, Help us now to cast aside All that would our hearts divide, With the Father and the Son Let Thy living Church be one.

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Oh ! from earthly cares set free, Let us find our rest in Thee ! May our cares and conflicts cease In the cahn of Sabbath peace, That Thy people, here below, Something of the bliss may know, Something of the rest and love In the Sabbath-home above.

From beyond the grave's dark night What mild radiance meets my sight? Softly stealing on the ear, What strange music do I hear ! 'Tis the golden crowns on high, Tis the chorus of the sky ! Lord, Thy sinful child prepare For a place and portion there.

Give my soul the spotless dress Of Thy perfect righteousness ; Then at length, a welcome guest, I shall enter to the feast. Take the harp and raise the song, All Thy ransomed ones among ; Earthly cares and sorrows o'er, Joys to last for evermore !

Klopstock

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-WHAT PLEASES GOD.

** Wh».T80bter the Lord pleased, that did he in hejirtfa, aa* io earth, in the seas, and all deep places." — Pbalm 136: 6

" Was Gott gefaellt, mein fiomines Kind."

What God decrees, child of His love. Take patiently, though it may prove The storm that wrecks thy treasure here, Be comforted ! thou needst not fear What pleases God.

" The wisest will is God's own will ; Rest on this anchor, and be still ; For peace around thy path shall flow, When only wishing here below What pleases God.

The truest heart is God's own heart, Which bids thy grief and fear depart; Protecting, guiding, day and night, The soul that welcomes here aright What pleases God.

Oh ! could I sing, as I desire. My grateful voice should never tire, To tell the wondrous love and power, Thus working out, from hour to hour, What pleases God.

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The King of kings, He rules on earth, He sends us sorrow here, or mirth, He bears the ocean in His hand ; And thus we meet, on sea or land, What pleases God.

His Church on earth He dearly loves, Although He oft its sin reproves ; The rod itself, His love can speak. He smites till we return to seek What pleases God.

Then let the crowd around thee seize The joys that for a season please, But willingly their paths forsake. And for thy blessed portion take What pleases God.

Art thou despised by all around ? Do tribulations here abound? Jesus will give the victory, Because His eye can see in thee What pleases God.

Thy heritage is safe in heaven :

There, shall the crown of joy be given ;

There, shalt thou hear, and see, and

know. As thou couldst never here below;

What pleases God.

Gkrhardt

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AT LAST.

*' Fo» surely there ia an end; and thine expectatioa i ■ot be cut ofl." — Pbov. 23 • 18.

" ZcLETZT geht'3 wohl."

At last all shall be well with those, His own, Whom Christ from sin and Satan has

made free ; At last shall come the year of jubilee, The time of rest, when all their fears are flown.

At last shall come the glory and reward, When we have stood the world's re- proach and loss, When faith and love have meekly borne the cross, And the good servants are made like their Lord.

At last the soldier shall receive his crown. Brought from the field, home to his

fatherland ; Forever in a peaceful lot to stand, His foes all vanquished, and his arrms laid down.

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At last the water shall be turned to wine, And all the marriage guests, in bliss

above, TJie wonders trace of God's redeeming love, His counsels all fulfilled, and plans di- vine.

At last, not yet, into the heavenly rest The Lord sliall lead His saints, and

give them there, Made like the angels, angel joys to share, Ever with Him and with each other blest.

At last, not yet; — 0 weary heart, be still I Trust to thy Ood, thy Saviour, and

thy Fr)end, Wbo obis^ens now, but loves untf ♦he end. So h*^ 't, TiOrd ! good is Thy holy will. C. A. Bernsteiv

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THE GRAVEYARD.

"Weep ye not for the dead, neither bemoan him "-— J«i 23: 10.

" IcH weiss ein stilles, liebes Land."

I KNOW a sweet and silent spot,

And gladly there I stay, Though many near me heed it not,

Or wish it far away.

'Tis but a narrow strip of land, • Hedged in, and decked with flowers ; Yet all round it tokens stand, Of other world than ours.

These little mounds men scarcely see, Nor dream of gold concealed ;

But they are precious mines to me, Where treasures vast are sealed.

Here, as beside some boundary-stone,

The child of troubled time Looks upward, where his friends are gone,

4.nd seeks their brighter clime.

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Here, I have gathered strength and Hght

For all my future way ; Here, faith is nearly turned to sight.

And night ahnost to day.

And not afar, I see the day Which daily draws more near,

When passing friends shall pause, and say, "Our brother's grave is here!"

But I'll have journeyed glad and free,

Far from this silent spot, While leaving to its sanctuary

What other's hands have brought ;

And in my Father^s happy land Have met my own once more.

Where we shall scarcely understand Why we have wept before.

Lanos.

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FUNERAL HYMN.

" Theb shall the dust return to the earth as it was ; U the spirit sh:ill return to God who give it." — Ecolkb. 12 •.

" Lebwohl ! die Erde wartet dein."

Beloved and honored, fare thee well i Go in thy last long home to dwell ; Softly our loving hands prepare Thy narrow bed — sleep softly there !

Love looks below, with weeping eyes^ Where her long-cl>erished treasure lies, Our sweet companionship is o'er, Our pilgrim friend returns no more!

Earth takes her own — this mortal frame; Eternity her part shall claim ; And so we say, in humble trust, The soul to God— the dust to dust.

Then, looking up through sorrow's night, We trace the spirit's homeward flight ; The Prince of Life has marked that road. Through the dark valley, home to God.

Where once the Master lowly lay, Let the tired servant rest to-day, And in the Father's house above Forever sliare his Master's love.

A

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Thanks for thy joy, all danger past! Thanks for our own good hope at last I Weepiag ondureth for a night, Joy Cometh with the morning light.

Lord, will that morning soon appear? May our own summons now be near? Shall sorrow soon be past and gone ? Thy will be done ! Thy will be done!

Only prepare us, all Thy will Gladly to suffer, or fulfill ; Then call us to Thy heavenly rest, With thee, and with our brother blest F. Sachse.

MIK-ISTERING ANGELS.

" Um (lie Erd' und uin ihr Kinder."

Round this earth, and round her children,

Floats a spirit land unseen ; When our earthly course is ended,

When the veil shall rise between, When we cross this mortal threshold,

When we take our heavenwtvrd way, Angel brothers shall uphold us —

Brothers of Eternity.

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God's own children, pure and fiolvt

You the messengers He sends ; 'Tis an ever sweet remembrance,

That you are our guardian friends,-- That you watch our iife-long journey,

That, unseen, you oft are near, Holy thoughts and deeds to strengthen^

Or to dry the mourner's tear.

Who would not retreat in terror

From the evil yet undone ; Who not turn with shame and mourn- ing,

From the evil course begun ? Who would e'er be found forgetful

Of his caUing and his vow. If the thought had only risen,

"Angels are among us now?"

Rise, my soul, in heart to meet them,

When this earth would chain thee fast ; Rise among these free-born spirits,

When her coils are round thee cast. Be courageous, 'tis thy journey

Out of darkness into light ; God and angels are around thee,

Tremble not, but rise and fight.

Spsrl.

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THE MIDNIGHT CBY.

"AifD what I say unto you, I say unto all, VVatrb.**— Mark 13 : 37.

" Debl Herr bricht ein, um Mitternacht."

The Lord shall come in dead of night,

When all is stillness round ; How happy they whose lamps are bright,

Who hail the trumpet's sound !

How blind and dead the world appears I How deep her slumbers are !

Still dreaming that the day she fears Is distant and afar !

Who spends his day in holy toil ?

His talent used aright, That he may haste, with heavenly spoi.

To meet his Lord that ni^^ht ?

kre ye arousing from their sleep, The saints who dare to rest^

And calling every one to keep , A watch more true and blest?

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Wake up, my heart and soul, anew, Let sleep no moment claim ,

But hourly watch, as if ye knew This night the Master came.

The Lord shall come in dead of night, When aU is stillness round ;

How happy they whose lamps are bright, Who hail the trumpet's sound !

ZiNZENDORF.

PQREVJER ^WITH THE LORD.

"Ai»D so shall we e-^er be with the Lcrd." -1 Thesb. 4 : IT,

" VViH werden hei <lem Herrn seyn allezeit."

0 SWEET home-echo on the pilgrim's way, Thrice welcome message from a land of light ! As through a clouded sky the moonbeams s-tray, So on Eternity's deep shrouded niglit Streams a mild radiance, from that cheer- ing word, * So shall we be forever with the Lord."

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At home with Jesus ! He who went before. For His own people mansions to prepare ; The soul's deep longings stilled, its con- flicts o'er. All rest and blessedness with Jesus there. What home like this can the wide earth afford ? *' So shall we be forever with the Lord."

With Him all gathered ! to that blessed home, Through all its windings, still the path- way tends ; While ever and anon bright glimpses come Of that fair city where the journey ends. Where all of bliss is centred in one word, '" So shall we be forever with the Lord."

Here, kindred hearts are severed far and wide,

By many a weary mile of land and sea, Or life's all-varied cares, and paths divide;

But yet a joyful gathering sliall be, The broken links repaired, the lost restored,

'' So shall we be forever with the Lord."

And is there ever perfect union here? Ah ! daily sins, lamented and confest.

IftO LAND OF LUTHKR.

They come between us and the frienda

most dear,

They mar our blessedness and bre^ik our

rest.

With life we leave the evils long deplored :

'* So shall we be forever with the Lord."

All prone to error — none set wholly free From the old serpent's soul-ensnaring chain, The truths one child of God can clearly see, He seeks to make his brother feel in vain ; But all shall harmonize in heaven's full chord, "So shall we be forever with the Lord.''

0 blessed promise ! mercifully given, Well may it hush the wail of earthly woe; O'er the dark passage to the gates of heaven The light of hope and resurrection throw ! Thanks for the blessed, life -in spiring word, '* So shall we be forever with the Lord." Meta Hauser,

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