INWARD STRIFE. IN THE FIELD. IGHTING the battle of life! FIGHT With a weary heart and head; For in the midst of the strife The banners of joy are fled. Fled, and gone out of sight, When I thought they were so near; Fighting the whole day long, Fighting alone to-night, — With not even a stander-by Only the Lord can hear- The struggle within, how dark and drear, Lord, I would fain be still And quiet, behind my shield ; And love of thy perfect will, Even as now my hands- But as with sudden pain My hands unfold, and clasp, — Lord, fix my eyes upon thee, And fill my heart with thy love; HYMNS OF THE CHURCH MILITANT. ONLY ONE STEP. AINLY I strive through the darkness to see VAINL The path I must travel, 'tis hidden from me; Halting, despairingly, kneeling, I say, “Father, I cannot go; there is no way.” Lo! as I kneel, at His feet humbly bowed, My pathway is shown through a break in the cloud, — No road stretching far, the horizon to meet, Only one step, lying close at my feet. "Place my The way that is hidden from me still Thou knowest; UNDER THE CROSS. THE OLIVE Leaf. I CANNOT, cannot say Out of my bruised and breaking heart - While blood-drops start From every pore, as I drag on "Thy will, O God, be done." I cannot, in the wave Of my strange sorrow's fierce baptism, And while the whelming rite goes on, Murmur, "God's will be done." JAN 1, 1862. I thought, but yesterday, My will was one with God's dear will; Whatever ill - My happy state should smite upon, Now, faint and sore afraid, Like ashes strewed; The holy words my pale lips shun – Pity my woes, O God! And touch my will with thy warm breath; That quickens death; That my dead faith may feel thy sun, W. C. R. UNDER THE CLOUD. BEAUTEOUS things of earth! O kind and constant friend! Our spirits cannot blend To-day. |