While he marvels at his fancy finding
Meaning in that quaint and ancient scroll,
Little guessing that the loving carver
Left the lesson for his weary soul.

MARAH AND ELIM.

EXODUS XV. 23-27.

O-DAY 't is Elim, with its palms and wells,

And happy shade for desert-weariness; 'Twas Marah yesterday, all rock and sand, Unshaded solitude and bitterness.

Yet the same desert holds them both; the same Soft breezes wander o'er the lonely ground; The same low stretch of valley shelters both, And the same mountains compass them

around.

So is it here with us on earth; and so
I do remember it has ever been;
The bitter and the sweet, the grief and joy,
Lie near together, but a day between.

Sometimes God turns our bitter into sweet; Sometimes He gives us pleasant watersprings;

Sometimes He shades us with His pillar-cloud,

And sometimes to a blessed palm-shade brings.

What matters it? The time will not be long;
Marah and Elim will alike be past;
Our desert-wells and palms will soon be done;
We reach the city of our God at last.

O happy land! beyond these lonely hills, Where gush in joy the everlasting springs; O holy Paradise! above these heavens,

Where we shall end our desert-wanderings.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

Ah many a time we look on starlit nights .
Alleluia! Alleluia !

A pathway opens from the tomb
Art thou weary? art thou languid ?

Behind them lies the desert waste
Behold! a Stranger 's at the door!
Brief life is here our portion

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By Christ redeemed, in Christ restored
By Nebo's lonely mountain

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Cross, most adored! to thee I give my heart

Darker than night, life's shadows fall around us

Darkly rose the guilty morning

Dear little One! how sweet Thou art

Dear Saviour of a dying world

Down below the wild November whistling

Faith is a very slender thing

Far from the Shepherd's one true Fold I stray

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Father! for Thy kindest word

Father, my cup is full! .

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Father of Love, who didst not spare

For all who in Thy steadfast faith

Forth from the city gate

Fresh glides the brook and blows the gale
Froin England's gilded halls of state
From tangled ways by which I wandered far

Give Me to drink!

And who and what art Thou

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God the Father, be Thou near

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Hark the sound of holy voices.
He cometh, on yon hallowed Board

Here is my heart! —my God, I give it Thee.
Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face
Here on earth, where foes surround us.
How long, O Lord, in weariness and sorrow

I ask not wealth, but power to take

I bore with thee long weary days and nights

I come, dear Lord, like a tired child, to creep
I come, O Lord, to Thy dear face

I come to Thee to-night

I do not ask, O Lord, that Thou shouldst shed
I have a heritage of joy

In the silent midnight watches

In those dark hours of bitter woe

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I saw again. Behold! Heaven's open

I think of Thee, my God, by night

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I thirst, Thou wounded Lamb of God
It is a day of fear

I would that I were fairer, Lord!

Jesu! behold, the Wise from far

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