Who would be more, Swelling through store, Forfeit their Paradise by their pride. GEORGE HERBERT. "MY TIMES ARE IN THY HAND." FATHER, I know that all my life Is portioned out for me, And the changes that are sure to come I do not fear to see; But I ask Thee for a present mind Intent on pleasing Thee. I ask Thee for a thoughtful love, I would not have the restless will Seeking for some great thing to do, Or secret thing to know; I would be treated as a child, And guided where I go. Wherever in the world I am, In whatsoe'er estate, I have a fellowship with hearts And a work of lowly love to do For the Lord on whom I wait. So I ask Thee for the daily strength And a mind to blend with outward life, And if some things I do not ask I would have my spirit filled the more More careful not to serve Thee much, But to please Thee perfectly. There are briars besetting every path, There is a cross in every lot, And an earnest need for prayer ; But a lowly heart that leans on Thee Is happy anywhere. In a service which Thy will appoints, There are no bonds for me; For my inmost heart is taught "the truth” That makes Thy children "free;' And a life of self-renouncing love Is a life of liberty. Hope. THE WORLD'S AGE. HO will say the world is dying? Still the race of Hero-spirits Pass the lamp from hand to hand; Fiery joy from wold and wood; While a slave bewails his fetters; While a lip grows ripe for kissing; CHARLES KINGSLEY. WHAT ARE WE HERE? WHAT We, when face to face we see A mind for thoughts to pass into, Rules baffle instincts-instincts rules, We cannot go, why are we here? |