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Cheat the toil and cheer the way: Leave it all in His high hand, Who doth hearts as streams command".
Gales from heaven, if so He will,
Sweeter melodies can wake On the lonely mountain rill
Than the meeting waters make. Who hath the Father and the Son, May be left, but not alone.
Sick or healthful, slave or free,
Wealthy, or despis’d and poorWhat is that to him or thee,
So his love to Christ endure ? When the shore is won at last, Who will count the billows past?
Only, since our souls will shrink
At the touch of natural grief, When our earthly lov'd ones sink,
n The king's heart is in the hand of the Lord as the rivers of water : he turneth it whithersoever he will. Proverbs xxi. l.
Lend us, Lord, thy sure relief; Patient hearts, their pain to see, And thy grace, to follow Thee.
THE HOLY INNOCENTS.
These were redeemed from among men, being the first-fruits unto God and to the Lamb. Revelations xiv. 4.
celestial guards, who wait In Bethlehem, round the Saviour's palace gate,
Say, who are these on golden wings, That hover o'er the new-born King of kings,
Their palms and garlands telling plain
Next to yourselves ordain'd to praise
But where their spoils and trophies ? where The glorious dint a martyr's shield should bear ? How chance no cheek among
them wears The deep-worn trace of penitential tears,
But all is bright and smiling love,
They had flown here, their King to see,
Ask, and some angel will reply, “ These, like yourselves, were born to sin and die,
“ But ere the poison root was grown, "s God set his seal, and mark'd them for his own.
Baptiz'd in blood for Jesus' sake, “ Now underneath the cross their bed they make,
“ Not to be scar'd from that sure rest By frighten'd mother's shriek, or warrior's waving
Mindful of these, the first-fruits sweet
Bless'd Jesus ever lov'd to trace
He rais'd them in his holy arms,
Heirs though they were of sin and shame, He bless'd them in his own and in his Father's name.
Then, as each fond unconscious child On th' everlasting Parent sweetly smild,
(Like infants sporting on the shore, That tremble not at Ocean's boundless roar)
Were they not present to thy thought,
But chiefly these, who died for Thee,
And next to these, thy gracious word Was as a pledge of benediction, stor’d
For Christian mothers, while they moan
Oh joy for Rachel's broken heart !
So dear to Christ her pious haste
She dares not grudge to leave them there, Where to behold them was her heart's first prayer,
She dares not grieve-but she must weep,
Teaching so well and silently
How happier far than life the end Of souls that infant-like beneath their burthen bend.
FIRST SUNDAY AFTER CHRISTMAS.
So the sun returned ten degrees, by which degrees it was gone down. Isaiah xxxviii. 8. Compare Josh. x. 13.
'TIS true, of old th' unchanging sun
The pale moon hurrying to the west
Th’avenging storm of war, that laid
But can it be, one suppliant tear
A sick man's lowly breathed sigh,
° And Hezekiah turned his face towards the wall, and prayed unto the Lord.