My arms shall be around thee day by day, "In sickness, I will be Watching beside thy bed; In sorrow, thou shalt lean on me Thy aching head: In every struggle thou shalt conqueror prove, O grace beyond compare ! O love most high and pure! Only vouchsafe thy grace, that I may live MYSTERY OF CHASTISEMENT. "We glory also in tribulations." — Rom. v. 3. WITHIN this leaf, to every eye Wouldst thou its secret strength unbind ? In this dull stone, so poor, and bare But first must skilful hands essay, This leaf? this stone? It is thy heart: Ere it will yield a fragrance sweet, S. WILBERFORCE. THE REFINER'S FIRE. "He shall sit as a refiner and purifier of silver.". -Mal. iii. 3. HE that from dross would win the ore Bends o'er the crucible an earnest eye, The subtile, searching process to explore, Lest the one brilliant moment should pass by, When in the molten, silvery, virgin mass, He meets his pictured face as in a glass. Thus in God's furnace are his people tried ; Who from the crucible come forth so pure, That He, whose eyes of flame look through the whole, May see his image perfect in the soul? Nor with an evanescent glimpse alone, As in that mirror the refiner's face; But, stamped with Heaven's broad signet, there be shown Immanuel's features full of truth and grace; And round that seal of love this motto be, "Not for a moment, but — Eternity!" MONTGOMERY. GOD KNOWETH WHAT IS BEST. "For who knoweth what is good for man in this life?"— Eccl. vi. 12. WHAT, many times I musing asked, is man, Keep far from him? he knows not what he can, He, till the fire hath purged him, doth remain To lack the loving discipline of pain, Were endless loss.. Yet when my Lord did ask me on what side The grief, whereby I must be purified, As each imagined anguish did appear, Before my soul, I cried, "O, spare me here! Like one that having need of, deep within, Would hardly bear that it should graze the skin, Nay, then, but He, who best doth understand, And what can bear, did take my case in hand, LOOKING UNTO JESUS. "Looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith."- Heb. xii. 2. O MY Soul! what means this sadness? Let thy grief be turned to gladness; And rejoice in his dear name. Though, ten thousand ills beset thee, To perform his gracious word. Though distresses now attend thee, And thou tread'st the thorny road, His right hand shall still defend thee; Soon he 'll bring thee home to God: Thou shalt praise him, Praise the great Redeemer's name. O that I could now adore him, When shall I your chorus join? FAWCETT. |