Thou knowest all our needs, and wilt supplyNo veil of darkness hides us from Thine eye, Nor vainly, from the depths, on Thee we call ; Thy tender love, that breaks the tempter's thrall, Folds and encircles all. Through sorrow and through loss, by toil and prayer. Saints won the starry crowns which now they wear, And by the bitter ministry of pain, Grievous and harsh, but oh! not sent in vain, Found their eternal gain. If it be ours, like them, to suffer loss, We, too, Thy perfect peace shall enter in, WILLIAM H. BURLEIGH. O PRAYER. prayer, to prayer ;—for the morning breaks, And earth in her Maker's smile awakes. His light is on all below and above, To prayer:-for the glorious sun is gone, on. Like a curtain from God's kind hand it flows To shade the couch where His children repose. Then kneel while the watching stars are bright, And give your last thoughts to the Guardian of night. To prayer:-for the day that God has blest It speaks of the Prince that burst the tomb. There are smiles and tears in that gathering band, Where the heart is pledged with the trembling hand. What trying thoughts in her bosom swell, As the bride bids parent and home farewell! There are smiles and tears in the mother's eyes, For her new-born infant beside her lies: Oh hour of bliss! when the heart o'erflows With a rapture a mother only knows : Let it gush forth in words of fervent prayer; Let it swell up to heaven for her precious care. Kneel down by the dying sinner's side, Oh what is earth and its pleasures now? Kneel down at the couch,of departing faith, sends ; There is peace in his calm confiding air ; For his thoughts are with God, and his last words prayer. The voice of prayer at the sable bier! The voice of prayer in the world of bliss! sing; But a sinless and joyous song they raise ; |