Thy Trust. So then neglect it not, but use it rather In service for thy God and fellow men ; Then canst thou, when He comes, His own to gather, Return it richer to His hand again. The morning must not break and find thee sleeping, Keep watch and ward to guard thy mouth securely, The wealth enshrined within the depths of thine. Therefore cast not its pearls in common places, Lest they be trampled by unmindful herds; The brook, o'erflowing, leaves disastrous traces, And thou shalt suffer loss from wasted words. But when the Lord shall tell thee to deliver, Send forth His truth, nor fear to send the whole. 93 91 The New Year. Though friend desert thee for thy honest thinking, Though foe denounce thee with a lip unjust, Still each unwelcome cup God fills thee drinking, Keep that which is committed to thy trust. Nor yet in self-denial must thou glory, As though approved before the race is run : Go till thy ground-its fruit shall tell the story— And meekly wait for God to say "well done." FRANCES E. POPE. FOR THE NEW YEAR. I stood on the brink of the closing year, Of some of its paths I could see the end, While others were shrouded in mist and gloom, The New Year. And thinking of all that might be beyond, Oh! Saviour, I hardly know where Thou art, I tremble to think of the future scene, For how can I tell where its course may be, Or what shall its issue be? And soft through the stillness the answer came, I listened with awe to the whispered words, “Have I been abiding so long with thee, That I am the way which thou hast to tread? "Tis I who have given Myself to thee, In whom thou mayst still abide; Then walk thou in Me, as thy path through life; Thy refuge whate'er betide." 95 Yes, thus can I meet it in fearless peace, I stand on its threshold, but dread it not, I know it will be by a perfect way Himself the Director, Himself the Road; Here on His perfection I take my stand, ANNIE W. MARSTON. The First Hymn to Christ. 97 THE FIRST HYMN TO CHRIST. (Translated for the Evangelical Alliance from the Greek of Christ! of tender lambs the Leader, King of saints, the all-prevailing Fisher in the sea of mortals, Whom Thy grace alone can save, Luring from the hostile wave: H |