Pilgrim and stranger no more shall I roam : Friends fondly cherished have passed on before; LEAD THOU ME ON. I. Send kindly light amid the encircling gloom, The night is dark, and I am far from home; Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see II. I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou I loved to choose and see my path; but now I loved day's dazzling light, and spite of fears, III. So long Thy power hath blessed me, surely still Thro' dreary doubt, thro' pain and sorrow, till And with the morn these angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. COME UNTO ME. "Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” With tearful eyes I look around, Life seems a dark and stormy sea; It tells me of a peace and rest- How sweet the bidding, "Come to me.' When nature shudders, loth to part Come, for all else must fade and die, SUBMISSION. When I can trust my all with God, Oh! to be brought to Jesus' feet, Tho' sighs and tears its language be, Then blessed be the hand that gave, Perfect and true are all his ways, MY NAME. Oh no! it cannot die with me, All the bright memories that it bears For when my own sweet mother comes, Her child of many prayers and tears She first found for me in her heart, How often, on beloved lips Its sound has lingered long; How often, deep in loving hearts It echoes like a song. How could they think of me, in heaven, As being still the same, If all the angels knew me there Under some other name? And when at first His matchless love It has been mine through all my tears, Mine be it in my bliss. M. E. R. OUR JEWEL. God never unto us had given And when the baby came, our hearts For on our tender lyre of life The sweetest chord still slept, Till, trembling, o'er the tiny strings Those baby fingers crept. The golden clasp that binds our hearts, Love's fairy ring so bright, Was all imperfect until set With this one gem of light. But for a little time that chord The sweet hands faltered wearily, And from its setting the bright gem God never in his tenderness Had left us so before; And when the baby went, our hearts Such shadows brooded where the light God only lent the tiny gem M. HAWTHORNE. TEARS WIPED AWAY. A few short years, and all is o'er; Your sorrows, pains, will soon pass by; Then lean in faith on God's dear Son, He'll wipe the tear from every eye. Oh! never be your soul cast down, MRS. MACKINBAY. |