Can loving children e'er reprove

With murmurs whom they trust and love?
Creator! I would ever be

A trusting, loving child to thee:
As comes to me or cloud or sun,
Father, thy will, not mine, be done!

O ne'er will I at life repine!

Enough that Thou hast made it mine;
When falls the shadow cold of death,

I

yet will sing, with parting breath :

As comes to me or shade or sun,

Father, thy will, not mine, be done!

Sarah F. Adams

The Ever-present Helper.

COVE Divine, that stooped to share

Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear, On Thee are cast each earth-born care, We smile at pain while Thou art near!

Though long the weary way we tread,
And sorrow crown each lingering year,
No path we shun, no darkness dread,

Our hearts still whispering, Thou art near!

When drooping pleasure turns to grief,
And trembling faith is changed to fear,
The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf,
Shall softly tell us, Thou art near!

On thee we fling our burdening woe,
O Love Divine, for ever dear!
Content to suffer while we know,
Living and dying, Thou art near!

O. W. Holmes.

Trusting to the Uttermost.

LTHOUGH the vine its fruit deny,
The budding fig-trees droop and die,
No oil the olives yield,

Yet will I trust still in my God,

Yea, bend rejoicing to his rod,
And by his grace be healed.

Though fields, in verdure once arrayed,
By whirlwinds desolate be laid,

Or parched by scorching beam;

Still in the Lord shall be my trust,
My joy; for, though his frown is just,

His mercy is supreme.

Though from the fold the flock decay,
Though herds lie famished o'er the lea,

And round the empty stall;

My soul above the wreck shall rise,
Its better joys are in the skies;
There God is all in all.

In God, my strength, howe'er distrest,
I yet will hope, and calmly rest,
Nay, triumph in his love :

My ling'ring soul, my tardy feet,

Free as the hind he makes, and fleet

To speed my course above.

Bishop Onderdonk.

As thy Days, so shall thy Strength be.

HEN adverse winds and waves arise,
And in my heart despondence sighs;
When life her throng of cares reveals,
And weakness o'er my spirit steals,
Grateful I hear the kind decree,
That "as my day, my strength shall be.”

When, with sad footsteps, memory roves
'Mid smitten joys and buried loves,

When sleep my tearful pillow flies,
And dewy morning drinks my sighs,
Still to thy promise, Lord! I flee,
That "as my day, my strength shall be.”

One trial more must yet be past,
One pang-the keenest and the last ;
And when, with brow convulsed and pale,
My feeble, quivering heart-strings fail,
Redeemer! grant my soul to see

That "as her day, her strength shall be."

Mrs. Sigourney.

Though he Slay me, yet will J Trust in Him.

TILL will we trust, though earth seem

dark and dreary,

And the heart faint beneath His

chastening rod,

Though rough and steep our pathway, worn and

weary,

Still will we trust in God!

Our eyes see dimly till by Faith anointed,

And our blind choosing brings us grief and pain; Through Him alone who hath our way appointed, We find our peace again,

Choose for us, GOD !-nor let our weak preferring Cheat our poor souls of good thou hast designed: Choose for us, GOD !-thy wisdom is unerring, And we are fools and blind.

So from our sky, the night shall furl her shadows, And Day pour gladness through his golden gates; Our rough path leads to flower-enamelled meadows Where Joy our coming waits..

Let us press on in patient self-denial

Accept the hardship, shrinking not from lossOur guerdon lies beyond the hour of trial:

Our Crown, beyond the Cross.

W. H. Burleigh.

Faith's Repose.

ATHER! beneath thy sheltering wing
In sweet security we rest,

And fear no evil earth can bring,
In life, in death, supremely blest.

For life is good whose tidal flow
The motions of thy will obeys;

And death is good, that makes us know
The Life Divine, that all things sways.