AFFLICTION. WH WORK. HAT are we set on earth for? Say, to toil Nor seek to leave thy tending of the vines, For all the heat o' the day, till it declines, And Death's wild curfew fhall from work affoil. God did anoint thee with his odorous oil, To wrestle, not to reign; and He affigns All thy tears over, like pure crystallines, For younger fellow-workers of the soil To wear for amulets. So others fhall Take patience, labor, to their heart and hand, From thy heart, and thy hand, and thy brave cheer, And God's grace fructify through thee to all. The leaft flower, with a brimming cup may ftand, And fhare its dew-drop with another near. Mrs. E. B. Browning. LORD, fhall we grumble when thy flames do Scourge us? Our fins breathe fire; that fire returns to purge us. Francis Quarles. TR DISCIPLINE. REMBLE not, though darkly gather Still believe thy Heavenly Father Loves thee best when storms are nigh. When the sun of fortune shineth Long and brightly on the heart, Soon its fruitfulnefs declineth, Parched and dry in every part. Then the plants of grace have faded In the dry and burning soil; Thorns and briers their growth have shaded— But the clouds are seen ascending; Yet the Lord, on high prefiding, See, at length the clouds are breakingTempefts have not paff'd in vain; For the soul, revived, awaking, Bears its fruit and flowers again. Love divine has seen and counted པོ་་ RESIGNATION. N trouble and in grief, O God, IN Thy smile hath cheered my way; And joy hath budded from each thorn That round my footsteps lay. The hours of pain have yielded good, As herbs, though scentlefs when entire, The oak strikes deeper, as its boughs So life's viciffitudes the more Have fixed my heart in heaven. All-gracious Lord! whate'er my lot I'll welcome still the heaviest grief THY WILL BE DONE. "It is the Lord; let him do what seemeth to him good." M Y Jesus, as Thou wilt! I Sam. 3: 18. Oh! may Thy will be mine! Into Thy hand of love I would my all refign. And help me still to say, My Lord, Thy will be done! My Jesus, as Thou wilt! If among thorns I go, Still sometimes here and there But Thou on earth, along The thorny path hast gone, Then lead me after Thee; My Lord, Thy will be done! My Jesus, as Thou wilt! Though seen through many a tear, Let not my ftar of hope Grow dim or disappear. If I must weep with Thee, My Lord, Thy will be done! My Jesus, as Thou wilt! If loved ones must depart, |