When at the day's calm close, I'm, with his mother, offering up our prayer, In spirit I'm communing With our boy's spirit, though-he is not there! Not there!-Where, then, is he? The form I used to see Was but the raiment that he used to wear: Is but his wardrobe locked; he is not there! He lives! In all the past He lives; nor, to the last, Of seeing him again will I despair. And, on his angel brow, I see it written, "Thou shalt see me there!" Yes, we all live to God! Father! Thy chastening rod So help us, Thine afflicted ones, to bear, That, in the spirit-land, Meeting at Thy right hand, "Twill be our heaven to find that-Thou art there! THE GOOD SHEPHERD AND THE LAMB. MEINHOLD. GENTLE Shepherd, Thou hast still'd Now Thy little lamb's long weeping; Ah, how peaceful, pale, and mild, And no sigh of anguish sore In this world care mi tam. Lord. Then would'st so longer care 1. To the sunny heaveniv siun Dost Thou now with by receive t Clothed in robes of spotless white, Now it dwells with Thee night. Ah, Lord Jesus! grant that we That its heavenly food are giving; 321 ed! "THE EVENING STAR." (From the Christian Treasury., SHE was "the evening star" I thought would shine But God has set my bright and gentle star In heaven afar. She was my flower: the sad pathway of life, In glory bright. * Lyra Germanica. London: Longman, Green & Yes, she is there; for, while on earth in pain, Yes, there's my child; I see, with eye of faith, Shall I then grieve my precious one is where Faith cries out, "It is the Lord! Let Him do what seems Him good: Take the gift awhile bestowed; Thine he is, for ever Thine!" THE HIGHEST RANK IN HEAVEN. RALPH ERSKINE. IN heavenly choirs a question rose, How dearly loved-that fair and faded form, Whose loss I mourn. She lived within my soul; Her voice melodious cheer'd me, and her smile Seem'd gentle sunshine in a cloudy world. Well! thou art in a happier home than mine, Though peace and sweet affection mingled there; And an Almighty Parent shields thee now, With higher conservance than I could give. Ah, I would pray to feel that thou, my child, Mine in time past, are still mine evermore; I cannot lose thee, though cold Death between Roll his dark silent river; on that shore, When at the day's calm close, I'm, with his mother, offering up our prayer, In spirit I'm communing With our boy's spirit, though-he is not there! Not there!-Where, then, is he? The form I used to see Was but the raiment that he used to wear: Is but his wardrobe locked;-he is not there! He lives!-In all the past He lives; nor, to the last, Of seeing him again will I despair. And, on his angel brow, I see it written, "Thou shalt see me there!" Yes, we all live to God! Father! Thy chastening rod So help us, Thine afflicted ones, to bear, Meeting at Thy right hand, 'Twill be our heaven to find that-Thou art there! THE GOOD SHEPHERD AND THE LAMB. MEINHOLD. GENTLE Shepherd, Thou hast still'd Now Thy little lamb's long weeping; Ah, how peaceful, pale, and mild, And no sigh of anguish sore |