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“Let not your Heart be Troubled.”
And hope with drooping pinion,
Seem yielding to despair.
The saddest hour to cheer ;
The Comforter is near.
The past has left its sorrows,
The future bodeth fears ;
Weighs out our smiles and tears.
The heart's tempestuous sea; “Let not your heart be troubled," “
Believe in God and Me.
When weary of commotion,
And all life's battle-dust,
And beauty to disgust;
This trust thy spirit fill :
Ye know that Heaven is still.
"Good Tidings of Great Joy."
The wrong that is not righted
Shall fret the soul no more,
Weak prayers and vain complainings
When full upon the spirit
Falls like a blessed psalm,
"Let not your heart be troubled,"
Be trustful and be calm.
C. E. P.
"GOOD TIDINGS OF GREAT JOY."
Luke ii. 10.
(Extracted from a small volume of hymns called "Thoughtful Hours," by H. H. L., author (in part) of " Hymns from the Land of Luther.'
We asked an Indian brother,* a warrior of old,
How first among his people the Glad Tidings had been told?
How first the Morning Star arose on their long heathen night,
Till souls who "sat in darkness" were rejoicing in the light?
*John Tschop, one of the first converts of the Moravian Missionaries among the North American Indians. See Crantz' History.
"Good Tidings of Great Joy."
And he answered, "Many a summer has come and gone
since then, Yet well I can remember-I can see it all again. A teacher came among us from the country of your
birth, And told us of the living God, who made the heavens
and earth; But we asked if he had been a fool, or thought that we
were so, For who among our sons did not the One Great Spirit
“ So he left us :- and another told us much of sin and
shame, And how for sinners was prepared a lake of quenchless
But we bade him teach these things at home, among
the pale-faced men, And if they learned the lesson right, we too would
“At last another stranger came, of calm and gentle
mien, “And eyes whose light seemed borrowed from yon
blue the clouds between : Still in my dreams I hear his voice, his smile I still
“Good Tidings of Great Joy."
Though many a summer he has slept beneath the cedar
“He told us of the Mighty One, the Lord of earth and
sky, Who left His glory in the heavens for men to bleed
and die ; Who loved poor Indian sinners still, and longed to gain
their love, And be their Saviour here, and in His Father's house
“And when his tale was ended, 'my friends,' he gently
said, 'I am weary with my journey, and would fain lay down
my head,' So beside our spears and arrows, he laid him down to
rest, And slept as sweetly as the babe upon its mother's
“ Then we looked upon each other, and I whispered,
This is new,
knows them true;
“Good Tidings of Great Joy.”
With men of war around him, and the war-whoop in
his ear ?
“ So we told him on the morrow, that he need not
journey on, But stay and tell us further of that loving dying One. And thus we heard of Jesus first, and felt the wondrous
power, Which makes His people willing in His own accepted
Thus spoke our Indian brother; and deeply while we
heard, One cheering lesson seemed impressed, and taught by
How hearts, whose echoes, silent long, no words of
terror move, May answer from their inmost depths to the soft call
0, mighty love of Jesus ! what wonders thou hast
wrought! What victories thou yet shalt gain, surpassing human
thought ! Let Faith and Hope speed forward unto earth's re
motest bound, Till every tribe and nation shall have heard the joyful