When I am weak He still supplies He ever lifteth up my face Open Thine eye of mercy upon this Thy servant. R. C. Trench. OT Thou from us, O Lord, but we NOT Withdraw ourselves from Thee. When we are dark and dead, But that we search and try What in ourselves has wrought this blame; For Thou remainest still the same, But earth's own vapours earth may fill Open Thine eye of mercy upon this Thy servant. A PRAYER. (PART.) Princess Elizabeth (Queen of Bohemia). MY God! for Christ His sake, If early thanks I render Thee, O enlighten more my sight, What care I for lofty place, O my soul of heavenly birth, From below thy mind remove If I do love things on high, To me grace, O Father, send, Now to the true Eternal King, Renew in him, most loving Father, whatsoever hath been decayed by the fraud and malice of the devil, or by his own carnal will and frailness; R. C. Trench. NCE if I felt no heart or strength to pray, ON If on a sudden vanished quite I found The goods wherein I dreamed I did abound, And this blank mood continued many a day, I was quite swallowed up in dim dismay : My heart, I said, by deadly frost is bound, To teach-that in ourselves we are always poor, Preserve and continue this sick member in the unity of the Church; EMPLOYMENT. George Herbert. F as a flower doth spread and die, IF Thou would'st extend me to some good, Before I were by frosts' extremity Nipt in the bud; The sweetness and the praise were Thine; Which in Thy garland I should fill, were mine, For as Thou dost impart Thy grace, The greater shall our glory be. The measure of our joys is in this place, The stuff with Thee. 1 See Josh. vii. 25. Let me not languish, then, and spend As in the dust to which that life doth tend, All things are busy; only I Neither bring honey with the bees, I am no link of Thy great chain, Lord! place me in Thy concert; give one strain Preserve and continue this sick member in the unity of the Church; THE CONSTELLATION. (PART.) Henry Vaughan. HUS, by our lusts disordered into wars, TH Our guides prove wand'ring stars, Which for these mists and black days were reserved, What time we from our first love swerved. |