A prayer reposing on His truth
Who hath made all things mine,

That draws my captive will to Him,
And makes it one with Thine.

I will give thanks for suffering now,

For want and toil and loss

For the death that sin makes hard and slow, Upon my Saviour's cross

Thanks for the little spring of love

That gives me strength to say,

If they will leave me part in Him,
Let all things pass away.

Sometimes I long for promised bliss,

But it will not come too late

And the songs of patient spirits rise

From the place wherein I wait;

While in the faith that makes no haste

My soul has time to see

A kneeling host of Thy redeemed,
In fellowship with me.

There is a multitude around

Responsive to my prayer;

I hear the voice of my desire
Resounding everywhere.

But the earnest of eternal joy,
In every prayer I trace;

I see the glory of the Lord
On every chastened face.

How oft, in still communion known,
Those spirits have been sent
To share the travail of my soul,

Or shew me what it meant !

And I long to do some work of love
No spoiling hand could touch,

For the poor and suffering of Thy flock

Who comfort me so much.

But the yearning thought is mingled now With the thankful song I sing;

For Thy people know the secret source Of every precious thing.

The heart that ministers for Thee

In Thy own work will rest;

And the subject spirit of a child
Can serve Thy children best.

Mine be the reverent, listening love,
That waits all day on Thee,

With the service of a watchful heart

Which no one else can see

The faith that, in a hidden way
No other eye may know,

Finds all its daily work prepared,
And loves to have it so.

My heart is resting, O my God,
My heart is in Thy care—

I hear the voice of joy and health
Resounding everywhere.

"Thou art my portion," saith my soul,

Ten thousand voices say,

And the music of their glad Amen,

Will never die away.

XXVI.

"I will allure her, and bring her into the wilderness, and speak comfortably unto her. And I will give her her vineyards from thence, and the valley of Achor for a door of hope; and she shall sing there.—HOSEA ii. 14,15.

"I know, O Lord, that Thy judgments are right, and thou in faithfulness hast afflicted me."-PSALM CXix. 75.

I WILL love Thee, O Lord, my strength-
Thee shall my rescued heart embrace ;
Thy love, in all its breadth and length,
Shall be my peaceful dwelling place.

Whom have I on the earth beside?
Thy cross, Thy crown of thorns I see;
Thou who to save my life hast died,
I will have fellowship with Thee.