Alas! they only see in part,

When thus they judge the whole;
They cannot look upon the heart,
They cannot read the soul;
But I survey myself within,
And mournfully I feel

How deep the principle of sin

Its root may there conceal,

And spread its poison through the frame, Without a deed that men can blame.

They judge by actions which they see
Brought out before the sun;

But conscience brings reproach to me
For what I've left undone,-
For opportunities of good

In folly thrown away,

For hours misspent in solitude,

Forgetfulness to pray,

And thousand more omitted things,

Whose memory fills my breast with stings.

And therefore is my heart oppressed

With thoughtfulness and gloom;

Nor can I hope for perfect rest,

Till I escape this doom.

Help me, thou Merciful and Just,

This fearful doom to fly;

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Thou art my strength, my hope, my trust;

O help me lest I die!

And let my full obedience prove
The perfect power of faith and love.

A SUPPLICATION.

F. D. HUNTINGTON.

O LOVE Divine! lay on me burdens, if thou wilt; Burdens to break in mercy my fond, feverish sleep;

Turn comforts into awful prophets to my guilt; Let me but at thy wondrous footstool fall and weep!

Visit and change, uplift, ennoble, recreate me! Ordain whatever masters in thy saving school; Let the whole eager host of Fashion's votaries hate me,

So thou wilt henceforth guide me by thy loving rule.

I pray not, Lord, to be redeemed from mortal

sorrow;

Redeem me only from my vain and mean self

love;

Then let each night of grief lead in a mourning

morrow,

Fear shall not shake my trust in Thee,—my Peace above.

Yet while the Resurrection waves its signs au

gust;

Like morning's dewy banners on a cloudless sky, My weak feet cling enamored to the parching

dust,

And on the sand poor pebbles lure my roving

eye.

Ye witnesses of silent, sad Gethsemane,

That shaded garden whence light breaks for all our earth,

Around my anguish let your faithful influence

be!

Ye prayers and sighs divine, be my immortal birth!

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O Way for all that live! heal us by pain and loss; Fill all our years with toil, and bless us with thy rod.

Thy bonds bring wider freedom; climbing, by the

cross,

Wins that brave height where looms the city of our God!

O Sunshine, rising ever on our nights of sadness! O Best of all our good, and Pardoner of our sin! Look down with pity on our unbelieving madness!

To heaven's great welcome take us, homesick pilgrims, in!

Spirit that overcame the world's long tribulation! Try faltering faith, and make it firm through much enduring;

Feed weary hearts with patient hopes of thy salvation;

Make strait submission, more than luxury's ease, alluring.

Hallow our wit with prayer; our mastery steep in meekness;

Pour on our study inspiration's holy light;

Hew out, for Christ's dear Church, a future without weakness,

Quarried from thine eternal Beauty, Order, Might!

Met there, mankind's great brotherhood of souls and powers,

Raise thou full praises from its farthest corners

dim ;

Pour down, O steadfast Sun! thy beams on all its towers;

Roll through its world-wide spaces Faith's majestic hymn.

Come, age of God's own Truth, after man's age of fables!

Seed sown in Eden, yield the nation's healing tree!

Ebal and Sinai, Mamre's tent, the Hebrew tables, All look towards Olivet, and bend to Calvary.

Fold of the tender Shepherd! rise, and spread! Arch o'er our frailty roofs of everlasting strength! Be all the body gathered to its living Head! Wanderers we faint: O let us find our Lord at length !