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But God only can console thee
When it breaks upon thee first.
Go with words, or tears, or silence,
Only lay them at His feet,

Thou shalt prove how great His pity,
And His tenderness how sweet.

Think, too, thy Divine Redeemer
Knew as thou canst never know
All the deepest depth of suffering,
All the weight of human woe;
And though now in glory seated,
He can hear thy feeblest cry,
Even hear the stifled sighing
Of thy dumb heart's agony.

All thy griefs by Him are ordered,
Needful is each one for thee,
All thy tears by Him are counted,
One too much there cannot be ;
And if whilst they fall so quickly,
Thou canst own His way is right,
Then each bitter tear of anguish
Precious is in Jesu's sight.

Far too well thy Saviour loves thee
To allow thy life to be

One long calm unbroken summer,
One unruffled stormless sea;
He would have thee fondly nestling

Closer to His loving breast,

He would have that world seem brighter Where alone is perfect rest.

Though His wise and loving purpose
Clearly now thou mayst not see,
Still believe with faith unshaken
All shall work for good to thee,
Therefore when thy way seems darkest,
And thine eyes with tears are dim,
Straight to God thy Father hastening,
Tell thy sorrows unto Him.

THE UNCHANGEABLE.

THERE'S nought on earth to rest upon,
All things are changing here,
The smiles of joy we gaze upon,
The friends we count most dear.
One Friend alone is changeless—
The one too oft forgot,
Whose love has stood for ages past-
Our Jesus changeth not.

The sweetest flower on earth,
That sheds its fragrance round,
Ere evening comes has withered,
And lies upon the ground.
The dark and dreary desert

Has only one green spot:
'Tis found in living pastures,
With Him who changeth not.

And clouds o'ercast our summer sky, So beautiful, so bright!

And while we still admire it,
It darkens into night.
One sky alone is cloudless,

There darkness enters not; 'Tis found alone with JesusAnd Jesus changeth not.

And friendship's smile avails not
To cheer us here below;
For smiles are all deceitful,—
They quickly ebb and flow.
One smile alone can gladden,
Whate'er the pilgrim's lot;
It is the smile of Jesus-
For Jesus changeth not.

And thus our bark moves onward,
O'er life's tempestuous sea,
While Death's unerring hand
Is stamped on all we see ;
But faith has found a living One
Where hope deceiveth not,

For life is hid with Jesus-
And Jesus changeth not.

There's nought on earth to rest upon,
All things are changing here ;
The smiles of joy we gaze upon,

The friends we count most dear;

One Friend alone is changeless

The one too oft forgot,

Whose love has stood for ages past-For Jesus changeth not.

NOT NOW.

ST MARK V. 18.

Nor now, my child,- -a little more rough tossing-
A little longer on the billows foam,—

A few more journeyings in the desert-darkness,
And then the sunshine of thy Father's Home!

Not now, for I have wanderers in the distance, And thou must call them in with patient love; Not now, for I have sheep upon the mountains, And thou must follow them where'er they rove.

Not now, for I have loved ones sad and weary;
Wilt thou not cheer them with a kindly smile?
Sick ones, who need thee in their lonely sorrow;
Wilt thou not tend them yet a little while?

Not now, for wounded hearts are sorely bleeding, And thou must teach these widowed hearts to sing: Not now,- for orphan's tears are thickly falling; They must be gathered 'neath some sheltering wing.

Not now, for many a hungry one is pining;
The willing hand must be outstretched and free;
Thy Father hears the mighty cry of anguish,
And gives His answering messages to thee.

Not now,-for dungeon walls look stern and gloomy,
And prisoner's sighs sound strangely on the breeze-
Man's prisoners, but thy Saviour's noble free-men ;
Hast thou no ministry of love for these?—

Not now, for hell's eternal gulf is yawning,
And souls are perishing in hopeless sin;
Jerusalem's bright gates are standing open,—
Go to the banished ones, and fetch them in!

Go with the name of Jesus to the dying,

And speak that Name in all its living power; Why should thy fainting heart grow chill and weary? Canst thou not watch with Me one little hour?

One little hour! and then the glorious crowning-The golden harp-strings and the Victor's palm,One little hour-and then the Hallelujah!

Eternity's long, deep, thanks-giving psalm!

C. P.

OH TO BE NOTHING.

OH to be nothing-nothing,
Only to lie at His feet

A broken, emptied vessel,

Thus for His use made meet!
Emptied, that He may fill me
As to His service I go;
Broken, so that unhindered
Through me His life may flow.

Oh to be nothing-nothing,
An arrow hid in His hand
Or a messenger at His gateway
Waiting for His command;

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