The cross, it takes our guilt away, And gilds the bed of death with light. The balm of life, the cure of woe, The measure and the pledge of love, The sinner's refuge here below, The angels' theme in heaven above. 590. CROSS, Boasting in the. And pour contempt on all my pride. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God! All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood. See, from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet? Or thorns compose so rich a crown? His dying crimson, like a robe, Spreads o'er his body on the tree; Then am I dead to all the globe, And all the globe is dead to me. Were the whole realm of nature mine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. 591. CROSS, Changed. It was a time of sadness-and my heart, Although it knew and loved the better part, Felt wearied with the conflict and the strife, And all the needful discipline of life. A moment's pause-and then a heavenly light Beamed full upon my wondering, raptured sight, Angels on silvery wings seemed everywhere, Then One, more fair than all the rest to see, Then speaking thus, He led me far above, And one there was most beauteous to behold, And so the little cross I quickly took, Fair flowers around its sculptur'd form entwin'd, And grace and beauty seem'd in it combin'd; Wondering I gazed-and still I wonder'd more To think so many should have pass'd it o'er. Thorns lay beneath those flowers and colors Sorrowing I said, This cross I may not bear. And so it was with each and all around, And while I thought on these-as given to Weeping-I laid each heavy burden down, me My trial tests of faith and love to be, And thus no longer trusting to His might Far heavier its weight must surely be As my Guide gently said, "No cross-no With thankfulness I raised it from the rest, And while I thus my chosen one confess'd, Ah no! henceforth my one desire shall be, That He who knows me best should choose for me. And so, whate'er His love sees good to send, I'll trust it's best-because He knows the end. 592. CROSS, Confidence in the. My trust is in the Cross; there lies my rest, My fast, my sole delight. Let cold-mouthed Boreas, or the hot-mouthed East, Blow till they burst with spite; To the serpent thus opposing Schemes yet deeper than his own; Thence the remedy procuring, Whence the fatal wound had come. Venantius Fortunatus, tr. by J. M. Neale. 595. CROSS, Glorying in the. In the cross of Christ I glory, Gathers round its head sublime. Lo! it glows with peace and joy. When the sun of bliss is beaming Light and love upon my way, Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, 596. CROSS, Hope in the. If the wanderer his mistake discern, Let earth and hell conspire their worst, their Judge his own ways, and sigh for a return, best, And join their twisted might. Let showers of thunderbolts dart round and round me, And troops of fiends surround me : All this may well confront; all this shall ne'er confound me. Francis Quarles. 593. CROSS, Cures of the. Of pleasing draughts I once could dream; That sin has poisoned every stream, But there's a wonder-working wood, The cross on which the Saviour died, John Newton. 594. CROSS, Fall and Recovery by the. Eating of the Tree forbidden, Man had sunk in Satan's snare, Such the order God appointed, Bewildered once, must he bewail his loss 597. CROSS, Pre-eminence of the. One and only noble tree! That thy birth bestowed, suspend; From the smitten LAMB that roll'd. The winds of hell have blown, Hallelujah! It shall stand forever. Throne and Cross forever. 599. CROSS, Remember the. Jesus' holy Cross and dying All unsated persevere. When thou toilest, when thou sleepest, Hold the Cross within thy heart. 'Tis the Cross, when comforts languish, In the heaviest hour of anguish, Makes the broken spirit whole. When the pains are most tormenting, Sweetly here the heart relenting Finds the refuge of the soul. Christ's Cross is the gate of heaven, Who have conquered all their foes; In a stream of wonders flows. 'Tis the cure of soul-diseases, Truth that guides, and light that pleases, Jesus' Cross is virtue's mirror, True believers' single rest; Longed for by the humble breast. Jesus' Cross, the Tree once scorned, Laden hangs with rich supplies; These the souls from death are leading, Who, with heavenly spirits feeding, Taste the manna of the skies. Crucified! Thy strength supplying, John Bonaventura, tr. by J. W. Alexander. 600. CROSS, Taking the. Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow Thee: Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, Thou, from hence, my all shalt be. Perish, every fond ambition; All I've sought, or hoped, or known: Yet how rich is my condition; God and heaven are still my own! Let the world despise and leave me; Go then, earthly fame and treasure, With Thy favor, loss is gain; Man-may trouble and distress me; While Thy love is left to me! Take, my soul, thy full salvation; Something still to do or bear. Think that Jesus died to win thee; Child of heaven, canst thou repine? Haste, then, on from grace to glory, Armed by faith, and winged by prayer, Heaven's eternal day before thee, God's own hand shall guide thee there. 601. CROSS, Under the. No shade like this for me! Beneath that cross clear waters burst, A stranger here, I pitch my tent For burdened ones a resting-place Beside that cross I see; Here I cast off my weariness; No rest like this for me! Horatius Bonar. 602. CROSS, Viewing the. Mercy's streams in streams of blood: Plead and claim my peace with God. Truly blessed is this station, Low before His cross to lie; While I see Divine compassion Floating in His languid eye. Here it is I find my heaven, While upon the Lamb I gaze; Love and grief my heart dividing, Life deriving from His death. Prove His wounds each day more healing, 603. CROSS, Way of the. spirit's life And though thy Trials untold assail with giant strength, Good cheer! good cheer! Soon ends the bitter strife, And thou shalt reign in peace with Christ at length. Through death to life! And through this vale of tears, And through this thistle-field of life, ascend To the great supper in that world whose years Of bliss unfading, cloudless, know no end. Tr. from the German of Rosegarten. 604. CROSS, Yesterday's. One cross the less remains for me to bear; To-morrow's, with itself, shall pass away. That which is added to the troubled past Is taken from the future, whose sad store Grows less and less each day, till soon the last Dull wave of woe shall break upon our shore. The storm that yesterday ploughed up the sea 605. CROSSES, Compensation for. Through night to light! And though to Heavier the cross, the nearer heaven; mortal eyes Creation's face a pall of horror wear, Good cheer! good cheer! The gloom of midnight flies; Then shall a sunrise follow, mild and fair. No cross without, no God withinDeath, judgment from the heart are driven Amid the world's false glare and din. Oh! happy he with all his loss Whom God hath set beneath the cross. Heavier the cross, the better Christian; The Christian is by trouble tried. Heavier the cross, the stronger faith; The sailor would not watch the star; From vales we climb to mountain-crest; The pilgrim of the desert tiring The dove has here no rest in sight, Heavier the cross, the easier dying, Death is a friendlier face to see; Thou Crucified! the cross I carry- Tr. from the German of Schmolk. 606. CROWN, A Starless. Wearied and worn with earthly cares, I yielded to repose, And soon before my raptured sight a glorious vision rose: I thought, while slumbering on my couch in midnight's solemn gloom, I heard an angel's silvery voice, and radiance filled my room. A gentle touch awakened me; a gentle whisper said, "Arise, O sleeper, follow me; " and through the air we fled. We left the earth so far away that like a speck it seemed, And heavenly glory, calm and pure, across our pathway streamed. Still on we went; my soul was rapt in silent ecstasy: I wondered what the end would be, what next should meet mine eye. I knew not how we journeyed through the We stood before a city's walls most glorious to behold; We passed through gates of glistening pearl, o'er streets of purest gold; It needed not the sun by day, the silver moon by night; The glory of the Lord was there, the Lamb Himself its light. Bright angels paced the shining streets, sweet music filled the air, And white-robed saints with glittering crowns, from every clime were there; And some that I had loved on earth stood with them round the throne, "the "All worthy is the Lamb," they sang; But fairer far than all besides, I saw my Lowly I bowed before His throne, o'erjoyed that I at last Had gained the object of my hopes; that earth at length was past. And then in solemn tones He said, "Where is the diadem That ought to sparkle on thy brow-adorned with many a gèm? I know thou hast believed on Me, and life through Me is thine; But where are all those radiant stars that in thy crown should shine? Yonder thou seest a glorious throng, and stars on every brow; For every soul they led to Me they wear a jewel now. And such thy bright reward had been if such If thou hadst sought some wandering feet in had been thy deed, paths of peace to lead. Thou wert not called that thou shouldst tread the way of life alone, But that the clear and shining light which round thy footsteps shone Should guide some other weary feet to My bright home of rest, And thus, in blessing those around, thou hadst thyself been blest." The vision faded from my sight, the voice no longer spake, A spell seemed brooding o'er my soul which long I feared to break, |