UNIVERSALITY OF REDEMPTION YE nations, worship at the call! In yon poor manger's gloom! Lay down your worthy offerings here; "Peace and good will" to earth he brings, And heaven that hears, in transport sings! Oh! turn to him alone, Turk, Heathen, Jew! till heaven behold Surround Jehovah's throne. HODGSON. BLESSED ARE THE DEAD. O, HOW blest are ye whose toils are ended! Who, through death, have unto God ascended! Ye have arisen From the cares which keep us still in prison. We are still as in a dungeon living, Still oppressed with sorrow and misgiving; Are but toils, and troubles, and heart-breakings. Christ has wiped away your tears forever; Ye have that for which we still endeavor. Songs which yet no mortal ear have haunted. Ah! who would not, then, depart with gladness, To inherit heaven for earthly sadness? Who here would languish Longer in bewailing and in anguish? Come, O Christ, and loose the chains that bind us! Lead us forth, and cast this world behind us. With thee, th' Anointed, Finds the soul its joy and rest appointed. FROM THE GERMAN OF DACH BY LONGfellow. MAN EVER RESTLESS. WHEN God at first made man, So strength first made a way; Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honour, pleasure; Rest, in the bottom lay. For if I should, said he, Bestow this jewel also on my creature, He would adore my gifts instead of me; Yet let him keep the rest, But keep them with repining restlessness; GEORGE HERBERT, 1593-1632. ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT. WITH what unknown delight the mother smiled, Her prayer was heard, she clasped a living child, But how the gift transcends the poor request! A child was all she asked, with many a vow; Now in her Father's house she finds a place; To guide thy footsteps to the world of light; A ministering spirit sent to thee, That where she is, there thou mayst also be. JANE TAYLOR.-1733-1823. VIA CRUCIS, VIA LUCIS.* THROUGH the cross comes the crown; when the cares of this life Like giants in strength may to crush thee combine, Never mind, never mind! after sorrow's sad strife, Shall the peace and the crown of salvation be thine. Through woe comes delight: if at evening thou sigh, Through death comes our life: to the portal of pain, driven; Never mind, never mind! through this passage we gain The mansions of light and the portals of heaven. FROM THE GERMAN OF KOsegarten. *The way of the Cross, the way of Light. MY TIMES ARE IN THY HAND. My times are in Thy hand! I know not what a day Or e'en an hour may bring to me; On Him rely, Who fixed the earth and starry sky. My times are in Thy hand! Pale poverty or wealth, Corroding cares or calm repose, Spring's balmy breath or Winter's snows, Sickness or buoyant health, Whate'er betide, If God provide, 'Tis for the best-I wish no lot beside. My times are in Thy hand! Thou art a friend Till time shall end, Unchangeably the same; in Thee all beauties blend. |