His faithful counsel, tender care, If loud the wind, the tempest high, Tossed on the deep and swelling wave, Where thou wilt chase each grief and fear. NOEL. CORRECTION NEEDED. "Wherefore doth a living man complain, a man for the punishment of his sins?"-Lam. iii. 39. WISH not, dear friends, my pain away; Wish me a wise and thankful heart, With God, in all my griefs, to stay, The dearest offering he can crave, The only Son of his dear love? In life's long sickness, evermore Were it not better to lie still, Let him strike home, and bless the rod ? Yields, undiscerned by all, to God./ KEBLE. THE LEPER. "And, behold, there came a leper and worshipped him, saying, Lord, if thou wilt, thou canst make me clean."- Matt. viii. 2. OFT as the leper's case I read, My own, described, I feel; Sin is a leprosy, indeed, Which none but Christ can heal. Lord, thou canst heal me if thou wilt, Come, lepers, seize the present hour, THE SICK-ROOM. "The Lord is nigh unto all them that call upon him, to all that call upon him in truth."- Ps. cxlv. 18. WATCHING, through the silent hours, Where disease arrays his powers, When the vital forces seem When the flame, reviving, burns In the dim, religious gloom, Where "expressive silence" broods O'er the closely-curtained room, As in silent prayer I kneel, When reluctant hope is fled, And the war of life is o'er, CHASTISEMENT MISIMPROVED. "For God speaketh once, yea, twice, yet man perceiveth it not." — Job xxxiii. 11. How oft, upon my feverish bed, By pain and darkness pressed, I have rejoiced, with thankful heart, And that earth's troubles sure were given, But when it pleased my God, who sent His rod in mercy to withdraw, And give me health again, My heart earth's trifles still would prize, O, what a sinful heart is mine, My Saviour's love thus to neglect, And please this weak, frail form of clay, I have no strength, I have no power, And staff, whate'er the cost; SPIRITUAL HEALING. "And Jesus went about healing all manner of sickness, and all manner of disease among the people." — Matt. iv. 23. YE mourning sinners, here disclose Your deep complaints, your various woes; |