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union with Thee, unable to move, to act, to think, to live, but in Thee and by Thee, I yield to Thee every Gift of Thy Love, to receive all from Thee, to give all back to Thee, to endure all for love of Thee.

In the Divine harmony of a perfect subordination of will to the Will of GOD, may I repose in GOD, calm, still, silent in adoration, in selfsacrifice, in a marvellous unity, the simple oneness of GOD Himself, the All-wise, the Allholy. Amen.

PASSAGES OF HOLY SCRIPTURE.

Then cometh JESUS with them unto a place called Gethsemane, and saith unto the disciples, Sit ye here, while go

and pray yonder. And He took with Him Peter and the two sons of Zebedee, and began to be sorrowful and very heavy. Then saith He unto them, My Soul

is exceeding sorrowful, even unto death: tarry ye here, and watch with Me. And He went a little farther, and fell on His face, and prayed, saying, O My FATHER, if it be possible, let this cup pass from Me: nevertheless not as I will, but as Thou wilt. And He cometh unto the disciples, and findeth them asleep, and saith unto Peter, What, could ye not watch with Me one hour? Watch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation: the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak. He went away again the second time, and prayed, saying, O My FATHER, if this cup may not pass away from Me, except I drink it, Thy will be done. And He came and found them asleep again: for their eyes were heavy. And He left them, and went away again, and prayed the third time, saying the same words. Then cometh He to His

disciples, and saith unto them, Sleep on now, and take your rest: behold, the hour is at hand, and the Son of Man is be

trayed into the hands of sinners. Rise, let us be going: behold, he is at hand that doth betray Me. (S. Matth. xxvi.)

HYMNS.

Lo, I come to do Thy will, O My God." LORD my GOD, do Thou Thy Holy Will-I will lie still

I will not stir, lest I forsake Thine Arm

And break the charm

Which lulls me clinging to my FATHER'S Breast
In perfect rest.

Wild Fancy, peace! thou must not me beguile
With thy false smile :

I know thy flatteries and thy cheating ways;
Be silent, Praise,

Blind guide with Syren voice, and blinding all
That hear thy call.

They say, who know the life Divine,
And upward gaze with eagle eyne,
That by each golden crown on high,
Rich with celestial jewelry,

Which for our LORD's redeemed is set,
There hangs a radiant Coronet,

All gemmed with pure and living light,
Too dazzling for a sinner's sight,
Prepared for Virgin souls, and them
Who seek the Martyr's Diadem.

Nor deem, who to such bliss aspire
Must win their way through blood and fire,

The writhings of a wounded heart
Are fiercer than a foeman's dart.
Oft in life's stillest shade reclining,
In desolation unrepining,

Without a hope on earth to find
A mirror in an answering mind,
Meek souls there are, who little dream
Their daily strife an Angel's theme,
Or that the rod they take so calm,
Shall prove in Heaven a Martyr's palm.
Thus everywhere we find our suffering GOD,
And where He trod

May set our steps: the Cross on Calvary
Uplifted high,

Beams on the Martyr hosts, a beacon light
In open fight.

To the still wrestlings of the lonely heart,
He doth impart

The virtue of His midnight agony,

When none was nigh,

Save GOD, and one good Angel, to assuage
The tempest's rage.

Mortal! if life smile on thee, and thou find
All to thy mind,

Think, Who did once from Heaven to Hell descend
Thee to befriend;

So shalt thou dare forego, at His dear call,
Thy best, thine all.

O FATHER!" Not My Will, but Thine be done,”
So spake the SON;

Be this our charm, mellowing earth's ruder noise Of griefs and joys;

That we may cling for ever to Thy Breast

In perfect rest!

"Our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory."

THERE are, who darkling and alone

Would wish the weary night were gone, Though dawning morn should only show The secret of their unknown woe: Who pray for sharpest throbs of pain To ease them of doubt's galling chain : Only disperse the cloud," they cry,

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"And if our fate be death, give light and let us die."

Unwise I deem them, LORD, unmeet
To profit by Thy chastening sweet,
For Thou would'st have us linger still
Upon the verge of good or ill,
That on Thy guiding Hand unseen,
Our undivided hearts may lean,

And this our frail and foundering bark,

Glide in the narrow wake of Thy beloved Ark.

So be it, LORD; I know it best,
Though not as yet this wayward breast
Beat quite in answer to Thy Voice,
Yet surely I have made my choice;
I know not yet the promised bliss,
Know not if I shall win or miss :
So doubting rather let me die,

Than close with aught beside, to last eternally.

What is the heaven our GOD bestows?
No prophet yet, no Angel knows;

Was never yet created eye

Could see across Eternity!

Not Seraph's wing for ever soaring,
Can pass the flight of souls adoring,
That nearer still, and nearer grow

To th' unapproached LORD, once made for them so low.

Unseen, unfelt their earthly growth,
And self-accused of sin and sloth,
They live and die: their names decay,
Their fragrance passes quite away,
Like violets in the freezing blast
No vernal stream around they cast,
But they shall flourish from the tomb,

The breath of GOD shall wake them into odorous bloom.

Then on the Incarnate SAVIOUR'S Breast,
The Fount of sweetness, they shall rest,
Their spirits every hour imbued

More deeply with His Precious Blood,
But peace-still voice and closed eye,
Suit best with hearts beyond the sky,
Hearts training in their low abode

Daily to lose themselves in hope to find their GOD.

FOR PATIENCE.

Who knowest when it is best to loose me Thine,

ALMIGHTY, Eternal Who hast ordered all this GOD, I am now pain and discomfortThy prisoner chained by Thine, Who hearest all Thee to this bed of sick- my complaints, and seest ness and suffering. I am all my tossings-Thine, Thine, Whose chains I Who formy sins mightest cannot break - Thine, have bound me in ever

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