So shalt thou have thy Master's heart : With Him who sows in tears, but waits "The harvest-time of love." From "Songs of Christian Chivalry." T Thy way-not Mine. HY way-not mine, O Lord, However dark it be! Lead me by Thine own hand; Smooth let it be or rough, It will be still the best; Winding or straight, it matters not, I dare not choose my lot; The kingdom that I seek Else surely I might stray. Take Thou my cup, and it Choose Thou for me my friends, Not mine-not mine the choice, O Lord, how great are thy Works 1” N every season, every hour, I In every leaf, in every flower, In every scene, and every sound To Thee, my God! to Thee, my God! The glories of the midnight sky, But oh, how much more dear to trace To Thee, my God! to Thee, my God! MONSELL. Church Bells. "Our days on the earth are as a shadow." WEET church bell sounding solemnly, What warnings thou dost give! The living, they must surely die; The dying, they may live. Thou, to the meditative mind, Of pleasant scenes we leave behind Thy voice doth tell of tearfulness, We hear thee in the busy mart, We hear thee when the human heart When life is fresh, and home is fair, And young eyes beam around, Thou comest through the evening air, A profitable sound. Thou bidst us use the pleasures which God gives us to enjoy, As most uncertain treasures which A moment may destroy ; And Christians do not love thee less Because Thy homeward sigh Calls them from dreams which seem to bless To bliss itself on high. MONSELL. T "Redeeming the Time." WO paces,--then the goal: Two little steps at most,— Then life is gone, and heaven is won, Or else, alas, 'tis lost! Two paces: brief the space, And yet what wondrous room it leaves For love to work for God! There's time for faith to trust, For holy zeal to glow ; There's ample time for walk with God, To serve His will below. How many an aching heart That breathes its sigh alone, Might earnest love contrive to soothe Ere life's brief term be gone! જ |