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C.M. 1. O WORD divine, like healing balms,
To hearts oppressed and torn,
“ Blessed are they that mourn !”
A nobler faith succeeds ;
The fruit of loving deeds.
What treasures grief reveals :
The tenderness that heals;
And learn the heavenly lore,
So dark to us before;
Our human spirits are,
W. H. Burleigh.
The Deeper Peace.
1. WHEN winds are raging o’er the upper ocean,
And billows wild contend with angry roar, 'Tis said, far down beneath the wild commotion,
That peaceful stillness reigneth evermore. 2. Far, far beneath, the noise of tempests dieth,
And silver waves glide ever peacefully,
Disturbs the sabbath of that deeper sea.
3. So to the heart that knows Thee, Love Eternal !
There is a temple, sacred evermore,
Dies in hushed stillness at its peaceful door. 4. Far, far away, the roar of passion dieth,
And loving thoughts rise calm and peacefully, And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flieth,
Disturbs the soul that dwells, O Lord, in Thee ! 5. O Rest of rests ! O Peace serene, eternal !
Thou ever livest, changing nevermore ;
Harriet B. Stowe.
504. If He giveth quiet, what can make trouble? 10s.
UIET from God! How blessed 'tis to keep
This treasure the All-merciful hath given ;
Its incense round us like a breath from heaven ; 2. To sojourn in the world, and yet apart ;
To dwell with God, and still with man to feel ;
The gladness which His Spirit doth reveal.
Which like a shadow o'er creation lour.
How strong within doth reign the Calmer's power. 4. What shall make trouble? Not the holy thought
Of loved ones lost; for that will be a part Of those undying things which peace hath wrought
Into a world of beauty in the heart.
5. What shall make trouble ? Not slow wasting pain,
Nor e'en the threatening, certain stroke of death; These do but wear away,
then break the chain Which bound the spirit down to things beneath.
Sarah J. Williams.
1. IN quiet hours the tranquil soul
Reflects the beauty of the sky;
And only God and heaven are nigh.
Creating peace without alloy ;
Too high for mirth, too deep for joy.
Unconscious where the current runs,
Of bliss, that circles stars and suns.
The narrow bounds of time and space,
506. The Strength of my Life. C.M. 6 lines 1. Go not far from me, O my Strength !
Whom all my times obey ;
But go not Thou away ;
Deal with me as it may.
2. On Thy compassion I repose
In weakness and distress :
Lest I should love Thee less.
To need Thy tenderness.
And flesh and heart give way,
With passive trust I stay,
The darkness shines like day.
With peaceful heart can say,
No waves can take away :
Anna L. Waring.
The Goodness of Life.
In sweet security we rest,
In life, in death, supremely blest.
The motions of Thy will obeys :
The Life divine, that all things sways.
And so Thy perfect peace to win:
Nor works us harm, save only sin.
4. Redeemed from this, we ask no more,
But trust the love that saves to guide :
W. H. Burleigh.
508. Love is Law; Law is Love.
Thy love is law, Thy law is love ;
The soul which comes to do Thy will.
Thy love beyond the power of speech ;
The encircling presence of Thy law.
Howe'er despised, a conquering might,
And boasting wrong, to cower and die,
Man's hope and God's all-perfect will,
Or deed of love to come to nought.
That we may work in patience still ;
F. L. Hosmer.
The Victory of Good.
1. O THOU, the great Unknown, Unseen,
But for the thought of Thee