We look through fallen tears Oh no! it is no flattering lure, to trust When Hope would bid us rest secure Nor loss nor shame, nor grief nor sin, The voice Divine hath spoke within, FAITH IN DIVINE GOODNESS. He sendeth sun, He sendeth shower, Can loving children e'er reprove With murmurs whom they trust and love? Creator, I would ever be A trusting, loving child to Thee. As comes to me or cloud or sun, Father, Thy will, not mine, be done! O, ne'er will I at life repine! NEARER TO THEE. NEARER, my God, to Thee, Ee'n though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee Nearer to Thee! Though like a wanderer My rest a stone; Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer, my God, to Thee Nearer to Thee! There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; In mercy given ; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee Nearer to Thee! Then with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise; So by my woes to be Or, if on joyful wing, Sun, moon and stars forgot, Still all my song shall be, Nearer to Thee! Charles Mackay. THE CHILD AND THE MOURNERS. A LITTLE child, beneath a tree A little song, a pleasant song, Which was she it all day long. sang "When the wind blows the blossoms fall; But a good God reigns over all." There passed a lady by the way, And left her in the world forlorn. She stopped and listened to the child And saw not for her own despair, For she but few sad days before And as they stood beneath the tree And he, arrested like the twain, Death had bowed the youthful head And these three listened to the song, |