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"In whom all Fulness Dwells."
Oh, this peace of Jesus passeth
All the world can give or know, All the fairest day-dreams gilded
With earth's most brilliant glow.
The Name of Jesus bringeth
Glad comfort to mine ear; Its very sound is sweetness,
Of love, and hope, and cheer. Upon my forehead written
I long that Name may be,
Of Him who died for me ;-
Its Shepherd, Priest, and King,
Love, light, and everything.
Praying in Secret.
PRAYING IN SECRET.
I need not leave the jostling world,
Or wait till daily tasks are o'er,
Within the close shut closet door.
There is a voiceless cloistered room
Within me, open every day;
My soul may enter in and pray.
Of sinful works the fruitful seed,
The closet door is shut indeed.
No human step approaching breaks
The blissful stillness of the place ;
That falls from my Redeemer's face.
When I have crossed the threshold o'er,
Has heard the shutting of the door.
"BLESSED ARE THEY WHICH DO HUNGER AND THIRST AFTER RIGHTEOUSNESS, FOR THEY SHALL BE FILLED." Matt. v. 6.
EVEN to-day, the Lord of life and glory
Waits to answer when His people call ;
O'er thy pathway cold and dark and drear?
Art thou "thirsty ?" Dost thou ask for water,
Lift thine eyes!-Thy gracious Lord is handing
And already murmured sounds of blessing
While thou art thy many sins confessing,
Hast thou not that loving murmur heard ?
Be thy heart's wild, anxious beating stilled,
He hath said, thou shalt be “cleansed," and
Doth He sell this “bread of life," or "water?”
Seeth He aught of worthiness in thee?
May receive it, if their faith be free.
Down the trust which God doth freely give,
That by use, it should increase and live.
Growing faith, which trusts Him more each day,
Show that thou art His in every way.
Canst thou sister, thus His mercy prove?
Thou mayst think more worthy of His love?
“Let not your Heart be Troubled.”
Nay! Thy God is “reconciled,” and willing
To receive thee-write thee down“ forgiven," And, the anguish of thy spirit stilling,
Make thee meet for earth, and meet for Heaven. With the white robe of His love around thee,
Resting on His mighty arm of power, Breaking all the chains that once had bound thee, Thou mayst glorify thy Lord, each hour.
A. B. T.
6 LET NOT YOUR HEART BE TROUBLED."
John xiv. 1.
The world has words of evil
Une may not choose but hear;
It has a rhyme of fear.
The Teacher's words may fall,
And sweetly drown them all.
The brightest day may darken
With heavy clouds of care,