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Win trial's fearful hour,

HEN I can truft my all with God,


Bow all refigned beneath his rod,

And blefs his sparing power; A joy springs up amid distress, A fountain in the wilderness.

Oh! to be brought to Jesus' feet,
Though sorrows fix me there,
Is ftill a privilege; and sweet
The energies of prayer,

Though fighs and tears its language be,
If Chrift be nigh, and smile on me.

An earthly mind, a faithless heart,
He sees with pitying eye;
He will not let his grace depart;

But, kind severity !

He takes a hostage of our love

To draw the parent's heart above.

There ftands our child before the Lord,

In royal vesture drest;

A victor ere he drew the sword,

Ere he had toiled at rest.

No doubts this bleffed faith bedim:
We know that Jesus died for him.

Oh bleffed be the hand that gave;
Still bleffed when it takes.
Bleffed be He who smites to save,

Who heals the heart he breaks.
Perfect and true are all his ways,

Whom Heaven adores, and Death obeys.




EAR Jesus, give me patience here,
And faith to see my crown as near,
And almost reach'd; because 't is sure
If I hold faft, and flight the lure.
Give me humility and peace,
Contented thoughts, innoxious ease,
A sweet, revengeless, quiet minde,
And to my greatest haters kinde.
Give me, my God! a heart as milde
And plain, as when I was a childe.
That when my throne is set, and all
These conquerors before it fall,
I may be found preserv'd by thee
Amongst the chosen company,
Who by no blood here overcame
But the blood of the bleffed Lamb.

Henry Vaughan.



NCHANGEABLE, Almighty Lord, The true, and merciful, and just, Be mindful of thy gracious word, Wherein thou causeft me to trust.

My weary eyes look out in vain,

And long thy saving health to see;

But known to thee is all my pain,

When wilt thou come and comfort me?

Prisoner of hope, to thee I turn ;

Thee my strong hold, and only stay;
Harden'd in grief, I ever mourn:
Why do thy chariot-wheels delay ?

But fhall thy creature ask thee why?
No; I retract the eager prayer ;
Lord, as thou wilt, and not as I;

I cannot choose: thou canst not err.

To thee, the only wise and true,
See then at last I all refign;
Make me in Chrift a creature new,

The manner and the time be thine.

Only preserve my soul from sin,
Nor let me faint for want of thee;
I'll wait 'till thou appear within,

And plant thy heaven of love in me.




"Ye have need of patience." Heb. 10: 36.

GENTLE Angel walketh throughout a world of


With meffages of mercy to mourning hearts below;
His peaceful smile invites them to love and to confide,
Oh! follow in His footsteps, keep closely by His fide!

So gently will He lead thee through all the cloudy day, And whisper of glad-tidings to cheer the pilgrim-way; His courage never failing, when thine is almost gone, He takes thy heavy burden, and helps to bear it on.

To soft and tearful sadness He changes dumb despair, And soothes to deep submiffion the ftorm of grief and


Where midnight fhades are brooding, He pours the light of noon,

And every grievous wound He heals, moft surely, if

not soon.

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