1 WHEN winds are raging o'er the upper ocean,
And billows wild contend with angry roar,
'Tis said, far down beneath the wild commotion,
That peaceful stillness reigneth evermore.

2 Far, far beneath, the noise of tempests dicth,
And silver waves chime ever peacefully;
And no rude storin, how fierce soe'er it flieth,
Disturbs the sabbath of that deeper sea.

3 So to the heart that knows thy love, O Purest!
There is a temple, sacred evermore:
And all the Babel of life's angry voices
Dies in hushed stillness at its peaceful door.

4 Far, far away, the roar of passion dieth,

And loving thoughts rise calm and peacefully;
And no rude storm, how fierce soc'er it flieth,
Disturbs the soul that dwells, O Lord! in thee.

323.

CH. ZEUNER.

Mrs. H. B. STOWE.

"Still with Thee."

1 STILL, still with thee, when purple morning breaketh,
When the bird waketh and the shadows flee;
Fairer than morning, lovelier than the daylight,
Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with thee.

MBS. H. B. STOWE

324.

2 Alone with thee, amid the mystic shadows,
The solemn hush of nature newly born;
Alone with thee in breathless adoration,

In the calm dew and freshness of the morn.

3 As in the dawning, o'er the waveless ocean,
The image of the morning star doth rest,
So in this stillness thou beholdest only

Thine image in the waters of my breast.

4 When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber,
Its closing eye looks up to thee in prayer;
Sweet the repose beneath thy wings o'ershading,
But sweeter still to wake and find thee there.
5 So shall it be at last, in that bright morning

When the soul waketh and life's shadows flee:
Oh in that hour, fairer than daylight dawning,
Shall rise the glorious thought, I am with thee.

"A little while, and ye see me."

1 OH for the peace that floweth as a river,

Making life's desert places bloom and smile;
Oh for that faith to grasp the glad Forever,
Amid the shadows of earth's Little While!

2 A little while for patient vigil keeping,

To face the storm, to wrestle with the strong;
A little while to sow the seed with weeping,
Then bind the sheaves and sing the harvest-song;

3 A little while to wear the veil of sadness,

To toil with weary step through miry ways,
Then to pour forth the fragrant oil of gladness,
And clasp the girdle round the robe of Praise;

4 A little while, 'inid shadow and illusion,

To strive by faith love's mysteries to spell,
Then read each dark enigma's bright solution,
Then hail sight's verdict, He doth ail things well.

5 And He who is himself the Gift and Giver,
The future glory and the present smile,
With the bright promise of the glad Forever
Will light the shadows of earth's Little While.

BONAR

NOTE. -In Hymn 325, only the first repeat; and in 326, only the second is used. In Hymn 325, the last line but one is repeated only in singing Bethany.

IV. THE WORD AND THE SPIRIT OF GOD.