EARLY WILL I SEEK THEE.-S. M. Now, that my journey's just begun, And lest I should be ever led What sorrows may my steps attend But if the Lord will be my friend If all my earthly friends should die, If I am rich, He'll guard my heart If I am poor, He can supply Who feeds the ravens when they cry, And, Lord whatever grief or ill Attend me through my youthful way, And when I'm feeble, old, and grey, Then still, as seasons hasten by, That God may take me, when I die, -C. M. LIFE TRANSITORY, GOD ETERNAL. O God, our help in ages past, Before the hills in order stood, A thousand ages in thy sight Short as the watch that ends the night Time, like an ever-rolling stream, O God, our help in ages past, ONWARD! Onward! onward! be our motto, Onward! in the path of progress; Onward! men, be up and doing; Now's the time-nor longer stay; Onward! do no longer tarry, Onward! onward! death is coming, Onward! fellow christians, onward, Onward then, in love to Jesus; FAITH. REUBEN CHANDLER. O the things of time, the things of time, how they steal the heart away From the lowly walk, and the humble trust, and the spirit's steadfast stay; We strive and seek, and we long to keep the door of the inner part, But the tempter waits, and he offers his baits, and betrays the yielding heart: Then what will keep, O what will keep, in temptation's bitter hour, When the willing soul would fain resist, but the flesh hath not the power? Say what will keep from the downward path, and the error the spirit hates From the things we would not, and yet we do-from the sorrow that sin creates ? O, there is a faith ('tis the gift of God), which can fetter the stoutest will, Which even can break the tempter's might, and the rising tumult still It is not in pomp, it is not in words, it is not in sounding deed, But it cometh in secret power to aid the soul in its greatest need. It is when apart from all human trust, we sink into contrite prayer, And ask of the Father of spirits His help-our staff of support is THERE. And it anchors the soul when its strength is small, and it feels no might of its own, For it shows us indeed, that our safety and light, must come from heaven alone. Then the things of time, the things of time, will not lead the heart away, From its steadfast love, and its humble hope, and its trust in God, its stay; But its idol gifts, and its dearest joys, will be laid in meekness down, And the incense shall rise from the altar of Faith, before the heavenly throne. |