Safety attends where'er they tread, Borne on Thy bosom, gently led, Thou carriest all their cares. Their shepherd Thou, they shall not want, Though all is barren here; When for sustaining grace they pant, Thou bring'st thy fulness near. They walk by faith, and not by sight, Thy word the path, the guide, the light, Though oft on wounding thorns they tread And heavy crosses bear, That path doth safe to glory lead, And Christ's own peace is there. May I go forth by that "good way," Within Thine earthly fold. MARGARET'S HYMN. MARY HOWITT. THERE is a land where beauty cannot fade, Nor sorrow dim the eye: Where true love shall not droop nor be dismay'd, And none shall ever die. Where is that land-oh, where? For I would hasten there Tell me I fain would go, For I am wearied with a heavy wo! The beautiful have left me all alone! The true, the tender, from my paths are gone! Oh, guide me with thy hand, If thou dost know that land; For I am burden'd with oppressive care, And I am weak and fearful with despair! Where is it tell me, where ? Thou that art kind and gentle-tell me where ! Friend! thou must trust in Him who trod before The desolate paths of life: Must bear in meekness, as He meekly bore, Think how the Son of God Those thorny paths hath trod; E Yet tarried out for thee the appointe wo! Where no man comforted nor cared for Him! Think of the blood-like sweat With which His brow was wet; Yet how He pray'd, unaided and alone, In that great agony-" Thy will be done!" Friend, do not thou despair: Christ from His heaven of heavens will hear thy prayer. THE ENTRANCE OF ABEL INTO HEAVEN. TEN thousand times ten thousand sung Loud anthems round the throne, When lo! one solitary tongue Began a song unknown— A song unknown to angel ears, A song Of pardon'd sins, and dried-up tears. Not one of all the heavenly host Could these high notes attain, Till he who first began the song, To sing alone not suffer'd long, Was mingled with a countless throng. And still as hours are fleeting by, The angels ever bear |