And lift not up Thy faithful hand Till I am strong for Thy renown, I know Thine eye has weighed the path No comfort could supply the need No joy could wake my heart so well Thou waft the Source of all that love Which makes me glad no more, And Thou haft taken to Thyself What was Thine own before. Thine, and mine too, O Good to give, O Faithful to restore. That loving spirit is withdrawn And I in sympathy with her A holier life begin. Yes! to her new delight in Thee, I, Lord, can enter in. She with Thee, wheresoe'er Thou art, In fellowship untold! She in Thee, living by my Bread, My Hope, my heart's ftronghold! Oh! 't is a song for days of grief, As one whose mother comforts him, No wound of Thine fhall take the life- And in the fulness of Thy truth I fhall be comforted. Miss A. L. Waring. "GOD DOTH NOT LEAVE HIS OWN.” OD doth not leave his own! G The night of weeping for a time may laft; Then, tears all past, His going forth fhall as the morning shine; God doth not leave his own. God doth not leave his own! Though "few and evil" all their days appear, Though grief and fear Come in the train of earth and hell's dark crowd, The trusting heart says, even in the cloud, God doth not leave his own. God doth not leave his own! This sorrow in their life he doth permit, He guides the winds. - Faith, Hope and Love all say God doth not leave his own. FAITH. WE E will not weep; for God is ftanding by us, And tears will blind us to the bleffed fight; We will not doubt, if darkness ftill doth try us, Our souls have promise of serenest light. We will not faint, if heavy burdens bind us, O, not in doubt fhall be our journey's ending; Life fhall be with us when the Death is past. Help us, O Father! when the world is preffing On our frail hearts, that faint without their friend, Help us, O Father! let thy constant blessing W. H. Hurlburt. WHY SEEK YE THE LIVING AMONG THE DEAD? H! why should bitter tears be shed In sorrow o'er the mounded sod, When verily there are no dead Of all the children of our God? They who are loft to outward sense And oft their spirits breathe in ours The hope and strength and love of theirs, And filent aspirations start, In promptings of their purer thought, While sorrow's tears our eyes have wet, Shed o'er the consecrated duft, Too much our darkened souls forget Let living Faith serenely pour Her sunlight on our pathway dim, And Death can have no terrors more ; But holy Joy fhall walk with him. G. S. Burleigh. HERE is a land where beauty cannot fade, THE Nor sorrow dim the eye; Where true love fhall not droop nor be dismayed, And none fhall ever die! Where is that land, O where? For I would haften there! Tell me, I fain would go, For I am wearied with a heavy woe! If thou doft know the land, For I am burthened with oppreffive care, |