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Sweet as harp's melodious voice,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know —
Not till then

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how much I owe.

Sailor's Hymn.

[By REGINALD HEBER, Bishop of Calcutta.]

HEN through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming,

When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming,

Nor hope lends a ray the poor seaman to cherish, We fly to our Maker

perish!"

66

Save, Lord! or we

O Jesus! opce toss'd on the breast of the billow, Arous'd by the shriek of despair from Thy pillow, High now in Thy glory the mariner cherish, Who cries in his anguish, "Save, Lord! or we perish!"

And O, when the storm of wild passion is rag

ing,

When sin in our hearts its fierce warfare is wag

ing,

Arise in Thy strength Thy redeemed to cherish, Rebuke the destroyer- 'Save, Lord! or we

perish!"

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Watch.

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HILST the careless world is sleeping, Blest the servants who are keeping Watch, according to His Word,

For the coming of their Lord.

At His table He will place them,
With His royal banquet grace them,
Banquet that shall never cloy;
Bread of life and wine of joy.
Heard ye not your Master's warning?
He will come before the morning,
Unexpected, undescried;

Watch ye for Him open-eyed.
Teach us so to watch, Lord Jesus;
From the sleep of sin release us :
Swift to hear Thee let us be,
Meet to enter in with Thee.

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Haste not, rest not.

From the German of GOETHE, who was born 1749; died 1832. This poem

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written in 1768.]

ITHOUT haste! without rest!

Bind the motto to thy breast;

Bear it with thee as a spell;

Storm or sunshine, guard it well!

Heed not flowers that round thee bloom:

Bear it onward to the tomb!

Haste not! let no thoughtless deed
Mar for aye the spirit's speed!
Ponder well and know the right,
Onward, then, with all thy might!
Haste not, years can ne'er atone
For one reckless action done.
Rest not! life is sweeping by,
Go and dare before you die:
Something mighty and sublime

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Leave behind to conquer time!
Glorious 'tis to live for aye,

When these forms have passed away.
Haste not rest not! calmly wait;
Meekly bear the storms of fate!
Duty be thy polar guide,

Do the right, whate'er betide!
Haste not! rest not! conflicts past,
God shall crown thy work at last.

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Without Thy Presence.

[By FRANCIS QUARLES, of England, born 1592.]

WITHOUT Thy presence earth gives no refection;

Without Thy presence sea affords no treasure; Without Thy presence air 's a rank infection; Without Thy presence heaven itself no pleas

ure:

If not possess'd, if not enjoy'd in Thee,
What's earth or sea or air or heaven to me?
The highest honors that the world can boast
Are subjects far too low for my desire;
The brightest beams of glory are (at most)
But dying sparkles of Thy living fire.
The loudest flames that earth can kindle, be
But nightly glow-worms, if compared to Thee.
Without Thy presence wealth is bags of cares;
Wisdom but folly; joy disquiet- sadness:
Friendship is treason, and delights are snares,
Pleasures but pain, and mirth but pleasing
madness.

Without Thee, Lord, things be not what they be,
Nor have they being when compared with Thee.
In having all things, and not Thee, what have I?
Not having Thee, what have my labors got?
Let me enjoy but Thee, what further crave I?
And having Thee alone, what have I not?
I wish nor sea nor land; nor would I be
Possessed of heaven, heaven unpossessed of
Thee.

Hedge, from Luther.....201

Stennett.....106
Newton.....107
C. Wesley.....108
Moore.....205

Jacobus de Benedictis.....206

Bernard of Clugny..