Thy love has never changed, nor succours fail'd, When foes without and fears within assail'd. When my heart rested on good, some fancied If thou the favorite object hast withstood, This faith enacts; while much is still obscure, I trust thy wisdom, of thy love secure ; Shall chase these shadows and these doubts away. F As sings the bird at close of day, So would I spend my latest breath, J. HALL. I PACE along life's narrow shore, I hear the everlasting roar Of billows striking on the strand. O Thou, who still hast been my guide Through life, and led me to its verge; Pilot me on this unknown tide, And bear me o'er the boundless surge. In vain, through nature's brooding night, The unfathom’d future I explore; Give me to see it in thy light, A sea of bliss without a shore. THE HOPE OF HEAVEN. WHAT is the joy that gladness gives, When earthly hope no longer lives? The Hope of Heaven. It lives through life-in death still lingers, The best of hopes to mortals given; Smiles at the tyrant's icy fingers That Hope of Heaven. The light of life, the "joy of sorrow," When darkness o'er the soul is driven : Care stamps in vain the deepened furrow; In death we have the Hope of Heaven. FUTURE REST. ONE hour-no more of sighing here, And then shall we be free, And leave, O earth, thy cloudy sphere, Where joy lives droopingly; Then bid, thou sorrow-telling tear, Farewell to earth and thee! The anguished heart may throb awhileThat throb shall shortly close; The tear drop brighten to a smile, And sorrow find repose: For heavenly sunbeams soon beguile The dew-tear from the rose! Then weary pilgrim, speed thee on, And, warrior, fight till thou hast won "Christ in you the hope of glory." GIVE me that hope which will remain When every bond is reft in twain, |