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2. Our sires adored and worshipped Thee,
Yet feared beneath Thy rod;
We bless Thee, O our God.
We see Thee in the sun.
And joy and duty one.
Most loving when most just :
Caroline A. Mason.
A Birthday Prayer.
4. 10. 10.4.
To Thee, then, do I owe each beat and breath, And wait Thy ordering of my hour of death
In peace or strife.
Art Thou the Light ?
I lift my sight.
3. Art Thou the Truth?
To Thee, then, loved and craved and sought of yore, I consecrate my manhood, o'er and o'er,
As erst my youth.
4. Art Thou the Strong ?
To Thee, then, though the air be thick with night, I trust the seeming unprotected Right,
And leave the Wrong. 5. Art Thou the Wise ?
To Thee, then, would I bring each useless care,
And hush its cries.
6. Art Thou the Good ?
To Thee, then, with a thirsting heart I turn,
As I have stood.
7. Forgive the call !
I cannot shut Thee from my sense or soul,
Francis E. Abbot.
God of My Life.
My everlasting Friend !
Be fruitless in its end ?
A trembling duty paid,
Delighted and afraid.
Thy touch I ran to meet ;
'Twas calm, and strange, and sweet !
4. Oft when beneath the work of sin
Trembling and dark I stood,
And felt the kindling blood ;
I knew nor doubt nor strife;
And strong to second life.
To glorify Thy name ;
The Limitations of Life.
I AM not sent a pilgrim here,
My heart with earth to fill;
And serve God's sovereign will.
2. He leads me on through smiles and tears,
Grief follows gladness still ;
Since both work out His will.
3. I know not how this hindered life
May life's vast ends fulfil;
That answers best His will.
4. No service in itself is small,
None great, though earth it fill ;
But that is small that seeks its own,
And great that seeks God's will:
Guide all my goings still ;
To do or bear Thy will.
The Rule of God.
Thou canst not otherwise than bless;
Of boundless love and tenderness.
2. I will not fear Thee, O my God!
The days to come can only bring
Thy larger, deeper comforting.
Thy perfeet choice for me, I rest;
Within it I must needs be blest.
4. Oh ! it is life indeed to live
Within this kingdom strangely sweet ;
And linger with unwilling feet.
5. We fear this wondrous rule of Thine,
Because we have not reached Thy heart ;
Jean S. Pigoti.
450. The Guide in the Wilderness.
Out from the land of bondage came,
An awful Guide in smoke and flame.
The cloudy pillar glided slow ;
Returned the fiery column's glow.
When brightly shines the prosperous day,
To temper the deceitful ray ?
In shade and storm the frequent night,
Sir Walter Scott.
Prayer for Guidance.
Future things unfolded lie !
Let Thy counsels guide my way.
Where fierce trials would assail :
To withstand the tempter's power.
Shed a light upon my way :