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He thought not of the deed he did,

But judged that toil might drink. He pass'd again : and lo! the well,

By summers never dried, Had coolid ten thousand parching tongues,

And saved a life beside!

A dreamer dropp'd a random thought,

'Twas old, and yet was new; A simple fancy of the brain,

But strong in being true;
It shone upon a genial mind,

And lo! its light became
A lamp of life, a beacon ray,

A monitory flame.
The thought was small, its issue great,

A watch-fire on the hill ;
It sheds its radiance far adown,

And cheers the valley still!

A nameless man amid a crowd

That throng'd the daily mart,
Let fall a word of hope and love,

Unstudied from the heart ;
A whisper on the tumult thrown,

A transitory breath,
It raised a brother from the dust,

It saved a soul from death. -Mackay.

So, idle and dreaming ever,

It drifts to the great wide sea,
And is lost in the world of waters :

And it is a type of me.
My life goes drifting stilly,

Like a river, with the years,
And it has enough of sunshine

To make me long for tears.
I am drifting idly onward,

And I throw the hours away,
For an hour is counted squanderid,

Is it holds no good, they say.
And if there is nought of evil,

And nothing of good in me,
Then life is an utter failure,

As it drifts to the unknown sea.
If the force in the idle river

Were made to work for men,
As it floats along to the ocean

To come not back again,
In turning the busy mill-wheel

On its green and pleasant edge,
Instead of its aimless drifting

Past lily and reed and sedge, Then as it nears the ocean,

And is merged in the mighty flood, They would say of the little river,

'It has done the best it could.' I am tired of aimless drifting,

A leaf on the tide of time.
I will force the power within me

To deeds which, if not sublime,
Shall be something helpful and heartful

To those I meet in the way.
I will be no more like the river ;

Let me work as best I may ;
And when to find the New World

I sail o'er the great wide sea, Let ‘He did his best,' be spoken

By those who come after me.

2303. LITTLE THINGS : tests.

Little by little,' the tempter said, As a dark and cunning snare he spread

For the young, unwary feet.
Little by little, and day by day,
I will tempt the careless soul astray
Into the broad, flowery way,

Until the ruin made is complete.

*Little by little,' sure and slow,
We fashion our future of bliss or woe,

As the present passes away.
Our feet are climbing the stairway bright,
Up to the regions of endless light,
Or gliding downward into the night,

'Little by little, and day by day.'

2305. LIVING TO CHRIST.

2304. LIVES. Aimless

The river goes drifting past me,

On toward the great wide sea, Dallying here with the lilies,

Woo'd by the wind and bee, And whispering there to the rushes

And reeds in the eddies' edge, Where the plover's nest is hidden,

Deep in the cool green sedge.

We are the Lord's, whether we live or die;

We are the Lord's, who for us all hath died ; We are the Lord's, and heirs of the Most High ;

We are the Lord's, and shall the Lord's abide. We are the Lord's-to Him, then, let us live,

With soul and body, both with deeds and words, While heart, and tongue, and life assurance give

Of this most precious truth : we are the Lord's!

We are the Lord's-so shall our hearts ne'er fail,

For one bright star its steady light afluids,

To cheer and guide us through the gloomy vale, That they were dearer far than we had taught
It is the blessed word : we are the Lord's!

Ourselves to think. We see that nothing less We are the Lord's, who will preserve us still,

Than hope of their return could cheer or bless

Our weary days. We wonder how, for aught When none beside Him help to us accords;

Or all of fault in them, we could find heed In death's last conflict we will fear no ill,

Or anger, with their loving presence near, Thy word abideth true : we are the Lord's.

Or wound them by the smallest word or deed. 2306. LIVING WATERS.

Dear absent love of mine, it did not need

Thy absence to tell me that thou wert dear, In some wild Eastern legend the story has been And yet the absence maketh it more clear. told,

Helen Hunt. Of a fair and wondrous fountain, that flow'd in times of old,

2308. LONELY. Comfort for the Cold and crystalline its waters, brightly glancing in | There is a land where beauty will not fade, the ray

Nor sorrow dim the eye ; Of the summer moon at midnight, or the sun at Where true hearts will not sink nor be dismay'd, height of day.

And love will never die. And a good angel, resting there, once in a favour'd

Tell me, I fain would go, hour

For I am burden'd with a heavy woe; Infused into the limpid depths a strange mysterious

The beautiful have left me all alone; power;

The true, the tender, from my path have gone, A hidden principle of life, to rise and gush again,

And I am weak and fainting with despair; Where but some drops were scatter'd on the dry and

| Where is it, tell me where ? barren plain.

Friend, thou must trust in Him who trod before So the traveller might journey, not now in fear and The desolate path of life; haste,

Must bear in meekness, as He meekly bore, Far through the mountain desert, far o'er the sandy

Sorrow, and toil, and strife. waste,

Think how the Son of God If but he sought this fountain first, and from its won

These thorny paths has trod, drous store

Yet tarried out for thee the appointed woe; The secret of unfailing springs alone with him he

Think of His loneliness in places dim, bore.

When no man comforted or cared for Him;

Think how He pray'd, unaided, and alone, Wild and fanciful the legend—yet may not meanings In that dread agony, “Thy will be done!' high,

Friend, do not thou despair, Visions of better things to come, within its shadow Christ, in His heaven of heavens, will hear thy lie?

prayer !-Uhland. Type of a better fountain, to mortals now unseal'd, The full and free salvation in Christ our Lord re

2309. LONGING. Benefit of veald?

The thing we long for, that we are, Beneath the Cross those waters rise, and he who finds

For one transcendent moment, them there

Before the Present poor and bare All through the wilderness of life the living stream

Can make its sneering comment. may bear; And blessings follow in his steps, until where'er he Still, through our paltry stir and strife goes,

Glows down the wish'd Ideal, The moral wastes begin to bud and blossom as the And Longing moulds in clay what Life rose.-H. L. L.

Carves in the marble Real ;

To let the new life in, we know, 2307. LONELINESS: its lessons.

Desire must ope the portal ; The shortest absence brings to every thought

Perhaps the longing to be so Of those we love a solemn tenderness.

Helps make the soul immortal. It is akin to death. Now, we confess,

Longing is God's fresh heavenward will Seeing the loneliness their loss has brought,

With our poor earthward striving ;

We quench it that we may be still

Content with merely living; But, would we learn that heart's full scope

Which we are hourly wronging, Our lives must climb from hope to hope,

And realize the longing.-Lowell.

2310. LONGING. Emblem of

As plains the homesick ocean-shell

Far from its own remember'd sea,
Repeating, like a fairy spell

Of love, the charmed melody
It learn'd within that whispering wave,

Whose wondrous and mysterious tone
Still wildly haunts its winding cave

Of pearls, with softest music-moan-So asks my homesick soul below,

For something loved, yet undefined; So mourns to mingle with the flow

Of music, from the Eternal Mind ;
So murmurs, with its child-like sigh,

The melody it learn'd above.
To which no echo may reply,
Save from thy voice, Celestial Love!

Frances S. Osgood.

Secure from troubled waves we tread,
Nor all the storms around us heed,

While to our Lord we look ;
O'er every fierce temptation bound,
The billows yield a solid ground,

The wave is firm as rock.
But if from Him we turn our eye,
And see the raging floods run high,

And feel our fears within ;
Our foes so strong, our filesh so frail,
Reason and unbelief prevail,

And sink us into sin.
Lord, we our unbelief confess,
Our little spark of faith increase,

That we may doubt no more ;
But fix on Thee a steady eye,
And on Thine outstretch'd arm rely,

Till all the storm is o'er.

2311. LONGINGS. Diverse

An old farm-house with meadows wide,
And sweet with clover on each side ;
A bright-eyed boy who looks from out
The door with woodbine wreath'd about,
And wishes his one thought all day :

*Oh! if I could but fly away
From this dull spot the world to see,
How happy, happy, happy,
How happy I would be!'

2313. LOOKING TO JESUS. Jesus in thy memory keep,

Would'st thou be God's child and friend; Jesus in thy heart shrined deep,

Still thy gaze on Jesus bend.
In thy toiling, in thy resting,
Look to Him with every breath,
Look to Jesus' life and death.
Look to Jesus, till reviving

Faith and love thy life-springs swell ;
Strength for all things good deriving

From Him who did all things well :
Work, as He did, in thy season,
Works which shall not fade away,
Work while it is call'd to-day.
Look to Jesus, prayerful, waking,

When thy feet on roses tread;
Follow, worldly pomp forsaking,

With thy cross where He hath led.
Look to Jesus in temptations,
Baffled shall the tempter flee,
And God's angels come to thee.
Look to Jesus when distressed,

See what He, the Holy, bore;
Is thy heart with conflict pressed ?

Is thy soul still harass'd sore?
See His sweat of blood, His conflict,
Watch His agony increase,
Hear His prayer and feel His peace.
By want's fretting cares surrounded,

Does long pain press forth thy sighs?
By ingratitude deep wounded,

Does a scornful world despise?

Amid the city's constant din,
A man who round the world has been
Is thinking, thinking all day long;

"Oh! if I could only trace once more
The field-path to the farm-house door,
The old green meadows could I see,
How happy, happy, happy,
How happy I would be !!

2312. LOOKING TO JESUS.

He bids us come; His voice we know, And boldly on the waters go,

To Him our Lord and God; We walk on life's tempestuous sea, For He who died to set us free,

Hath call'd us by His word.

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Friends forsake thee or deny thee?
See what Jesus did endure,
He who as the light was pure.
Look to Jesus still to shield thee,

When no longer thou may'st live ;
In that last need He will yield thee

Peace the world can never give. Look to Him, thy head low bending; He who finish'd all for thee, Takes thee then with Him to be.- Franzen.

2314. LOOKING TO JESUS.
I LOOK to Jesus, and the cloud

Of my transgressions melts away,
E'en as the blackest midnight shroud

Gives place to the returning day.
I look to Jesus, and the stains

Of my life's guilt, though dark and deep, Are wash'd, till not a spot remains,

And I can safely wake and sleep. I look to Jesus, and the face

Of God is turn'd on me in love, I feel a Father's fond embrace,

And all my doubts and fears remove.

2315. LORD'S SUPPER: an Evangel. No gospel like this feast

Spread for Thy Church by Thee ;
Nor prophet, nor evangelist

Preach the glad news so free.
All our redemption cost,

All our redemption won;
All it has won for us, the lost;

All it cost Thee, the Son.
Thine was the bitter price,–

Ours is the free gift, given ;
Thine was the blood of sacrifice,

Ours is the wine of heaven.
Here we would rest midway,

As on a sacred height,
That darkest and that brightest day

Meeting before our sight.
From that dark depth of woes

Thy love for us has trod,
Up to the heights of bless'd repose

Thy love prepares with God ;-
Till from self's chains released,

One sight alone we see,
Still at the cross, as at the feast,

Behold Thee, only Thee.

2316. LORD'S SUPPER. Invitation to the

I look to Jesus, and behold !

My heart is lighten'd of its cares, My love for earthly things grows cold,

And Pleasure vainly spreads her snares. I look to Jesus, when my foes

With violence my peace assail ; On His dear breast I find repose,

And all their hateful efforts fail. I look to Jesus, and the sight

Of all that He endured for me, Makes e'en my greatest suff'rings light

Compared with His deep agony. I look to Jesus, when my zeal,

And faith, and love, grow dead and cold ; Then doth He Calvary reveal,

And makes me in His service bold. I look to Jesus, when the waves

Of dark corruptions rage within, And He from their dominion saves,

From their pollution makes me clean. I look to Jesus, and I see

Heaven's golden portals opening wide, With ready welcome e'en to me,

Though vile, to enter and abide. Thus let me, Lord, while life doth last,

In faith look ever up to Thee,

Lo, the feast is spread to-day ! Jesus summons, come away! From the vanity of life, From the sounds of mirth or strife, To the feast by Jesus given, Come and taste the Bread of Heaven. Why, with proud excuse and vain, Spurn His mercy once again ? From amidst life's social ties, From the farm and merchandise, Come, for all is now prepared ; Freely given, be freely shared. Blessed are the lips that taste Our Redeemer's marriage feast; Blessèd who on Him shall feed, Bread of Life, and drink indeed. Blessed, for their thirst is o'er, They shall never hunger more. Make, then, once again your choice, Hear to-day His calling voice;

Servants, do your Master's will ;
Bidden guests, His table fill :
Come, before His wrath shall swear,
Ye shall never enter there.- Alford.

The floor is soil'd He made so clean :

Is this a dwelling fit for Him ?
Yet come! I see the wine, the bread!

That blood can wash away thy sin;
Draw near, my soul, and be thou fed,
Nor doubt that Christ will enter in !

Cecil F. Alexander.

2317. LORD'S SUPPER: its symbols.

2319. LORD'S SUPPER. Prayer at the

Here, in figure represented,

See the Passion once again ; Here behold the Lamb most Holy,

As for our redemption slain : Here the Saviour's Body, broken,

Here the Blood which Jesus shed, Mystic Food of life eternal,

See for our refreshment spread. Here shall highest praise be offer'd,

Here shall meekest prayers be pour'd ; Here, with body, soul, and spirit,

God Incarnate be adored. Holy Jesu ! for Thy coming

May Thy love our hearts prepare ; Thine we fain would have them wholly;

Enter, Lord, and tarry there. Hewett.

Look on us, Jesus! we have come

With trustful hearts to seek Thy face; Now let the radiance of Thy smile,

Breaking upon us, fill the place. We take our seats around the board,

Which Thou for fainting souls hast spread; But praise the Giver, ere we touch

The mystic cup or broken bread. O wondrous emblems ! setting forth

His death from whom our life doth flow; Never can finite reason sound

Such depth of love, such depth of woe. Then, Saviour ! may each worldly thought

Be banish'd hence; and every heart Now centre where we hope at length To meet and see Thee as Thou art!

Mrs Parker.

2320. LORD'S SUPPER. Prayer at the

JESU, to Thy Table led,
Now let every heart be fed
With the true and living Bread.

While in penitence we kneel, Thy sweet presence let us feel, All Thy wondrous love reveal !

2318. LORD'S SUPPER: our unworthiness to

partake of it. The board is spread with meats divine,

O worn with strife and soil'd with sin ; Draw near, love-thirsting soul of mine,

Draw near and take thy Saviour in. . I see the white prepared board,

I hear the words of love and grace, But canst Thou deign to dwell, O Lord,

Within so foul and soil'd a place? Fair was the shrine the prophet chief

Made for Thy dwelling-place of old, With curtain fine, and almond leaf,

And Shittim shaft, and ring of gold. More fair on green Moriah's breast

The house the monarch rear'd for Thee, With costly gems and odours drest,

With burning lamp and molten sea, With cedar flower and carven palm,

In purest gold of Parvaim set, And pillars hung, like ships a-calm,

Each spell-bound in its gilded net. Poor heart ! ah, where thy hallow'd fires,

Thy gold of consecrated days, The broider'd veil of pure desires,

The cedar-scented songs of praise ? Ah me! the world has come between

Thy soul and Christ ! the gold is dim,

While on Thy dear cross we gaze, Mourning o'er our sinful ways, Turn our sadness into praise !

When we taste the mystic wine,
Of Thine outpour'd blood the sign,
Fill our hearts with love Divine !

Draw us to Thy wounded side,
Whence there flow'd the healing tide;
There our sins and sorrows hide !
From the bonds of sin release,
Cold and wavering faith increase,
Lamb of God, grant us Thy peace!

Lead us by Thy pierced hand,
Till around Thy throne we stand,
In the bright and better land.

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