SUBMISSION.

Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of Thy water-spouts: all Thy waves and Thy billows are gone over me. Yet the Lord will command His loving kindness in the day-time, and in the night His song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life." PSALM xlii. 7, 8.

Go

O not far from me, O my Strength,
Whom all my times obey;

Take from me any thing Thou wilt,

But go not Thou away,

And let the storm that does Thy work
Deal with me as it may.

On Thy compassion I repose,
In weakness and distress:
I will not ask for greater ease,
Lest I should love Thee less;
O, 'tis a blessed thing for me
To need Thy tenderness.

Thy love has many a lighted path,

No outward eye can trace,

And my heart sees Thee in the deep,

With darkness on its face,

And communes with Thee, 'mid the storm,
As in a secret place.

When I am feeble as a child,
And flesh and heart give way,
Then on Thy everlasting strength,
With passive trust I stay,

And the rough wind becomes a song,
The darkness shines like day.

No suffering while it lasts is joy,
How blest soe'er it be

Yet may the chastened child be glad
His Father's face to see;

And, oh, it is not hard to bear,

What must be borne in Thee.

Safe in Thy sanctifying grace,
Almighty to restore

Borne onward- - sin and death behind,

And love and life before

Oh, let my soul abound in hope,
And praise Thee more and more!

Deep unto deep may call, but I
With peaceful heart will say –

Thy loving-kindness hath a charge
No waves can take away;

And let the storm that speeds me home,
Deal with me as it may.

ANNA L. WARING.

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JOY AFTER SORROW.

COMETH sunshine after rain,

After mourning, joy again,

After heavy bitter grief
Dawneth surely sweet relief;

And my soul, who from her height
Sank to realms of woe and night,
Wingeth now to heaven her flight.

None was ever left a prey,
None was ever turned away,
Who had given himself to God,
And on Him had cast his load.

Who in God his hope hath placed
Shall not life in pain outwaste,
Fullest joy he yet shall taste.

Though to-day may not fulfil
All thy hopes, have patience still,
For perchance to-morrow's sun
Sees thy happier days begun;"

As God willeth, march the hours,
Bringing joy at last in showers,
When whate'er we asked is ours.

Every sorrow, every smart,
That the Eternal Father's heart
Hath appointed me of yore,

Or hath yet for me in store,

As my life flows on, I'll take
Calmly, gladly, for His sake,

No more faithless murmurs make.

I will meet distress and pain,

I will greet e'en Death's dark reign,
I will lay me in the grave,

With a heart still glad and brave;

Whom the Strongest doth defend,
Whom the Highest counts His friend,
Cannot perish in the end.

PAUL GERHARDT, 1606-1676.

“1, even I, am He that comforteth you.” — ISA. ii. 12.

WEET is the solace of Thy love,

SWE

My Heavenly Friend, to me,

While through the hidden way of faith

I journey home with Thee,

Learning by quiet thankfulness

As a dear child to be.

Though from the shadow of Thy peace

My feet would often stray,
Thy mercy follows all my steps,

And will not turn away;

Yea, Thou wilt comfort me at last,

As none beneath Thee may.

Oft in a dark and lonely place,
I hush my hastened breath,
To hear the comfortable words
Thy loving Spirit saith:

And feel my safety in Thy hand
From every kind of death.

O there is nothing in the world
To weigh against Thy will;
Even the dark times I dread the most
Thy covenant fulfil;

And when the pleasant morning dawns
I find Thee with me still.

Then in the secret of my soul,

Though hosts my peace invade,

Though through a waste and weary land

My lonely way be made,
Thou, even Thou, wilt comfort me

I need not be afraid.

Still in the solitary place

I would awhile abide,

Till with the solace of Thy love
My heart is satisfied;

And all my hopes of happiness

Stay calmly at Thy side.

ANNA L. WARING.