TRUST IN THE LORD. "Blessed is the man that trusteth in the Lord, and whose hope the Lord is."-Jer. xvii. 17. CEASE thou from man. Oh, what to thee, Can thy poor fellow mortals be? Are they not erring, finite, frail? Their very love will prove a snare; Why does thy bliss so much depend, · He has withdrawn thee now apart, His precious love that balm supplies, Go to that Friend, poor aching heart, Guard well thy lips, none, none can know What evils from the tongue may flow; What guilt, what grief may be incurred By one incautious hasty word. COME TO ME. "Come unto me all ye that labour, and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest."-Matt. xi. 28. WITH tearful eyes I look around, It tells me of a place of rest It tells me where my soul may flee; When the poor heart with anguish learns When against sin I strive in vain, When nature shudders, loath to part, When a faint chill steals o'er my heart, A sweet voice utters, "Come to me." "Come, for all else must fail and die, O voice of mercy! voice of love! And gently whisper, "Come to me." THOU GOD SEEST ME. "When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path."-Psalm cxlii. 3. My God! whose gracious pity I may claim, Calling thee "Father,"-sweet endearing name! The sufferings of this weak and weary frame, All, all are known to Thee. From human eye 'tis better to conceal But, oh, this thought does tranquillize and heal, All, all is known to Thee. Each secret conflict with indwelling sin, Each sick'ning fear, "I ne'er the prize shall win," Each pang from irritation, turmoil, din, All, all are known to Thee. When in the morning unrefreshed I wake, Or in the night but little rest can take; |