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Nay, do not wrong Him by thy heavy thoughts,
But love His love.
His mercy prove;
And look above !
And steadfast peace ;
For ever cease.
Its rest and bliss !
For evermore !
For evermore ! Christ and His peace shall keep thy troubled soul
Whose song-bird seeks the wood for evermore,
E. B. Browning. 532. COMFORT. Source of is it not strange, the darkest hour
That ever dawn'd on sinful earth
For comfort, than an angel's mirth?
Shines glorious on yon open grave, And to and fro the tidings run,
Who died to heal, is risen to save?' Sooner than where upon the Saviour's friends The very Comforter in light and love descends? Yet so it is : for duly there
The bitter herbs of earth are set, Till temper'd by the Saviour's prayer
And with the Saviour's life-blood wet, They turn to sweetness, and drop holy balm, Soft as imprison'd martyr's death-bed calm.
Keble. 533. COMFORT. Vain So dying men receive vain comforts From those visitants they love, when they Persuade them to be patient at the loss of life, With saying they are mortal too, and mean Ti endure the like calamity; as if To die were from good fellowship, from free Intent t'accompany departing friends, When such last courtesy proceeds not from Their will, but nature's obstinate decree.
Davenant. 534. COMING TO CHRIST: what does it
secure for us? SOMETIMES I catch sweet glimpses of His face,
But that is all.
But that is all.
But that is all.
Upon me call.
'Come unto me'?
In Him for thee?
O, come and see!
535. COMMENDATION. Praise a fool, and slay him ; for the canvas of his
vanity is spread ; His bark is shallow in the water, and a sudden gust
shall sink it : Praise a wise man and speed him on his way; for
he carrieth the ballast of humility, And is glad when his course is cheered by the
sympathy of brethren ashore. The praise of a good man is good, for he holdeth
up the mirror of Truth, That Virtue may see her own beauty, and delight
in her own fair face: The praise of a bad man is evil, for he hideth the
deformity of Vice, Casting the mantle of a queen around the limbs of
a leper. Praise is rebuke to the man whose conscience allow
eth it not: And where Conscience feeleth it her due, no praise
is better than a little. He that despiseth the outward appearance, de
spiseth the esteem of his fellows; And he that overmuch regardeth it, shall earn only
their contempt : The honest commendation of an equal no one can
scorn and be blameless, Yet even that fair fame no one can hunt for and be
honoured: If it come, accept it and be thankful, and be thou
humble in accepting ; If it tarry, be not thou cast down: the bee can
gather honey out of rue. With a friend, praise him when thou canst ; for
many a friendship hath decayed,
Like a plant in a crowded corner, for want of sun- Ere yet they brought their journey to an end, shine on its leaves :
A stranger join'd them, courteous as a friend, With another praise him not often,-otherwise he | And ask'd them with a kind, engaging air, shall despise thee;
| What their affliction was, and begg'd a share. But be thou frugal in commending ; so will he give Inform'd, He gather'd up the broken thread, honour to thy judgment.
And, truth and wisdom gracing all He said, Wilt thou that one remember a thing ?--praise him Explain'd, illustrated, and search'd so well in the midst of thy advice.
The tender theme on which they chose to dwell, Expect not praise from the mean, neither gratitude That reaching home, The night, they said, is near, from the selfish.— Tupper.
We must not now be parted, sojourn here. --
The new acquaintance soon became a guest, 536. COMMENTATORS.
And, made so welcome at their simple feast,
He bless'd the bread, but vanish'd at the word,
And left them both exclaiming, ''Twas the Lord ! And hold their farthing candle to the sun.
Did not our hearts feel all He deign'd to say ! 537. COMMUNION, Divine
Did they not burn within us by the way?'
Now theirs was converse, such as it behoves They know, who thus oppress me,
Man to maintain, and such as God approves; 'Tis hard to be alone;
Their views, indeed, were indistinct and dim,
But yet successful, being aim'd at Him,
Christ and His character their only scope,
Their object, and their subject, and their hope, And fills my bosom with delight.
They felt what it became them much to feel,
And, wanting Him to loose the sacred seal,
Found Him as prompt as their desire was true, And deep my soul adores Thee,
To spread the new-born glories in their view.
Cowper. I ask no more, in good or ill,
539. COMMUNION. Key to But union with Thy holy will.
He stands and knocks, and bids me ope the door, 'Tis that which makes my treasure,
Without He stands, and asks to enter in : 'Tis that which brings my gain ;
Why should He seek a shelter sad with sin? Converting woe to pleasure,
Will He but knock and ask, and nothing more? And reaping joy from pain.
He knows what ways I take to shut my heart, Oh, 'tis enough, whate'er befall,
And if He will He can Himself undo To know that God is All in all.
My foolish fastenings, or by force break through, Madame Guyon, tr. by T. C. Upham.
Nor wait till I fulfil my needless part. 538. COMMUNION. Example of
But nay, He will not choose to enter so,
He will not be my guest without consent, It happen'd on a solemn eventide,
Nor though I say 'Come in,' is He content; Soon after He that was our Surety died,
I must arise and ope, or He will go.
He shall not go; I do arise and ope, -
'Come in, dear Lord, come in and sup with me, In musings worthy of the great event;
Oh, blessed Guest, and let me sup with Thee,'They spake of Him they loved, of Him whose life, | Where is the door? for in this dark I grope, Though blameless, had incurr'd perpetual strife,
And cannot find it soon enough; my hand, Whose deeds had left, in spite of hostile arts,
Shut hard, holds fast the one sure key I need, A deep memorial graven on their hearts.
And trembles, shaken with its eager heed;
No other key will answer my demand.
And lets Him in, who stands so near, so far; Above all else, and wonder'd He should die. | The doors are many, but the key is one. - Wilkinson.
540. COMPANIONS. Choice of NOT with the light and vain,
The man of idle feet and wanton eyes ;
My lot be with the grave and wise.
To whom life seems but sunshine on the wave ; Not with the empty idler of the day; My lot be with the wise and grave.
Wisdom, in an ailing body; or a common mind,
with health; Godliness, with man's scorn ; or the welcome of
the mighty, with guilt ; Beauty, with a fickle heart; or plainness of face,
with affection. For so hath Providence determined, that a man
shall not easily discover Unmingled good or evil, to quicken his envy or
abhorrence. A bold man or a fool must he be, who would change
his lot with another. It were a fearful bargain, and mercy hath lovingly
resused it.— Tupper.
Not with the jesting fool,
Who knows not what to sober truth is due, Whose words fly out without or aim or rule !
My lot be with the wise and true.
544. COMPENSATION. Moral
Not with the man of dreams,
In whose bright words no truth nor wisdom lies, Dazzling the fervent youth with mystic gleams;
My lot be with the simply wise. With them I'd walk each day,
From them time's solemn lessons would I learn, That false from true and true from false I may
Each hour more patiently discern. - Bonar.
541. COMPANY. Choice of
Some love mere wealth and try to win it; The house to me may lowly be,
If I but like the people in it.
When link'd to hard or haughty feeling ? Whate'er we're told, the nobler gold
Is truth of heart and manly dealing !
Just, and strong, and opportune, is the moral rule
of God; Ripe in its times, firm in its judgments, equal in
the measure of its gifts. Yetmen, scanning the surface, count the wicked
happy, Nor heed the compensating peace which gladdeneth
the good in his afflictions. They see not the frightful dreams that crowd a bad
man's pillow ; They know not the torturing suspicions that sting
his panting breast, When the clear eye of penetration quietly readeth
off the truth. Likewise of the good what know they? the memories
bringing pleasure, Shrined in the heart of the benevolent and glistening
from his eye. The calm, self-justifying reason that establisheth the
upright in his purpose ; The warm and gushing bliss that floodeth all the
thoughts of the religious. — Tupper.
Then let them seek, whose minds are weak,
Mere fashion's smile, and try to win it ; The house to me may lowly be,
If I but like the people in it !-Charles Swain.
542. COMPANY. Vicious
Avoid a villain as you would a brand,
Oriental. 543. COMPENSATION. Law of The poor man counteth not the cost at which such
wealth hath been purchased ; He would be on the mountain's top without the toil
and travail of the climbing. He that would change with another, must take the
cup as it is mixed. Poverty, with largeness of heart; or a full purse,
with a sordid spirit :
545. COMPENSATION : required. NOTHING comes free-cost here. Jove will not let His gifts go from him, if not bought with sweat.
Robert Herrick. 546. COMPLAINT: a trial of the Divine
patience. I SOMETIMES think God's tender heart must ache, Listning to all the sad complaining cries, That from our weak, impatient souls arise-Because we do not see that for our sake, He answers not, or answers otherwise Than seems the best to our tear-blinded eyes. This is Love's hardest task, to do hard things For Love's own sake, then bear the murmurings
Of Ignorance, too dull to judge aright,
If thou couldst trust, poor soul,
Thou wouldst find peace and rest;
547. COMPLAINT: brings no relief.
To tell thy mis’ries will no comfort breed ;
E. B. Browning.
THROUGHOUT the world if it were sought,
Fair words enough a man shall find;
Concert in weakest bodies strongest works.
Churchill. This self-conceit is a most dangerous shell,
Where many have made shipwreck unawares; He who doth trust too much unto himself, Can never fail to fall in many snares.
Earl of Sterline.
549. COMPLAINT : unwise.
I THINK if thou couldst know,
O soul that will complain,
Our burden and our pain;
We seek for now in vain,-
552. CONCEITED MEN.
I think if thou couldst see,
With thy dim mortal sight,
Are shadows hiding light;
If thou couldst see them right,
THERE are a sort of men, whose visages
I do know of these,
553. CONDEMNATION. Record of
And yet thou canst not know,
And yet thou canst not see; Wisdom and sight are slow
In poor humanity.
AND since in God's recording book
Our sins are written, every one,The crime, the wrath, the wandering look,
The good we knew and left undone,
Lord, ere the last dread trump be heard,
He holds me with the billow's might-
I shall not fall;
If sharp, 'tis short ; if long, 'tis light;
He tempers all.
Safe to the land-safe to the land, 554. CONFESSION : necessary.
The end is this :
And then with Him go hand in hand
Far into bliss. — Alford.
557. CONFIDENCE: reposed in a man.
I took him for the plainest harmless't creature,
That breathed upon the earth a Christian ; 555. CONFESSION. Romish
Made him my book, wherein my soul recorded A PARENT ask'd a Priest his boy to bless,
The history of all my secret thoughts. Who forth with charged him-he must first confess.
Shakespeare. Well,' said the boy, 'suppose, sir, I am willing, What is your charge?' 'To you 'tis but a shilling!
558. CONSCIENCE. Attempts to bribe Must all men pay, and all men make confession?' Some scruple rose, but thus he eased his thought : “Yes, every man of Catholic profession.'
I'll now give sixpence where I gave a groat; "And who do you confess to?' 'Why, the Dean.' Where once I went to church, I'll now go twice,
And do the Deans confess ?' Yes, boy, they do, And am so clear too of all other vice.--Pope. Confess to Bishops, and pay smartly too!' 'Do Bishops, sir, confess ? if so, to whom?' 559. CONSCIENCE. Diary of "Why, they do confess, and pay the Church of Rome.' TO TREACHEROUS conscience! while she seems to "Well,' quoth the boy, "all this is mighty odd:
sleep And does the Pope confess?' 'Oh yes, to God.'
On rose and myrtle, lull’d with syren song! * And does God charge the Pope?' 'No,' quoth
While she seems, nodding o'er her charge, to drop the Priest,
On headlong appetite the slacken'd rein, "God charges nothing.' Oh, then God is best ;'
And give us up to license, unrecallid, God is able to forgive, and always willing ;
Unmark'd ;-see, from behind her secret stand, To Him I shall confess, and save my shilling.'
The sly informer minutes every fault,
And her dread diary with horror fills. 556. CONFIDENCE. Christian
Not the gross act alone employs her pen ;
She reconnoitres fancy's airy band,
A watchful foe! The formidable spy,
Listening, o'erhears the whispers of our camp,
Our dawning purposes of heart explores,
And steals our embryos of iniquity.
As all-rapacious usurers conceal
Their doomsday-book from all-consuming heirs ;
Thus, with indulgence most severe, she treats
Us spendthrifts of inestimable time;
Unnoted, notes each moment misapplied ;
In leaves more durable than leaves of brass
Writes our whole history ; which death shall read
In every pale delinquent's private ear;
And judgment publish--publish to more worlds
And this—and endless age in groans resound.
560. CONSCIENCE : and future judgment. One who has known in storms to sail
I sat alone with my conscience,
In a place where time had ceased,
And we talk'd of my former living
In the land where the years increased.