"When, far behind, the world's great tumult dieth, "There shalt thou learn the secret of a power, Mrs. Stowe. Trust in God. "I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait on the Lord: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the Lord." HILD of sorrow, child of care Trust in God alone: Human strength is weak and vain, From thy Father's throne. Hast thou in this vale of tears, He that drank the bitter cup, Thomas Hastings. HYMNS FOR THE CHRISTIAN SEASONS. Advent. Rejoice in the Lord alway; and again I say, Rejoice. The N Lord is at hand." WOW gird your patient loins again, Rejoice! the hour is near; at length Comes in the greatness of his strength L With cheerful hymns and garlands sweet, Along his wintry road, Conduct him to his green retreat, Fill all his courts with sacred songs, And still more greenly in the mind And underneath these hallowed eaves A Saviour will be born In every heart that him receives On his triumphal morn. H William Croswell. The Two Advents. E came not, with His heavenly crown, his sceptre clad with power, His coming was in feebleness, the infant of an hour; An humble manger cradled, first, the Virgin's holy birth, And lowing herds companioned there, the Lord of Heaven and earth. He came not in his robe of wrath, with arm outstretched to slay ; But on the darkling paths of earth, to pour celestial day, To guide in peace the wandering feet, the broken heart to bind, And bear, upon the painful cross, the sins of human kind. And thou hast borne them, Saviour meek! and therefore unto thee, In humbleness, and gratitude, our hearts shall offered be; And greenly, as the festal bough, that, on thy altar lies, Our souls, our bodies, all be thine, a living sacri fice! Yet once again, thy sign shall be, upon the heavens displayed, And earth, and its inhabitants, be terribly afraid; For, not in weakness clad, thou com'st our woes, our sins, to bear, But girt with all thy Father's might, His vengeance to declare. The terrors of that awful day, Oh! who shall understand? Or, who abide, when thou in wrath, shalt lift thy holy hand? |