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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;
And lo! its light became
A monitory flame.
A watch-fire on the hill ;
And cheers the valley still!
A nameless man amid a crowd
That throng'd the daily mart,
Unstudied from the heart ;
A transitory breath,
It saved a soul from death. -Mackay.
So, idle and dreaming ever,
It drifts to the great wide sea,
And it is a type of me.
Like a river, with the years,
To make me long for tears.
And I throw the hours away,
Is it holds no good, they say.
And nothing of good in me,
As it drifts to the unknown sea.
Were made to work for men,
To come not back again,
On its green and pleasant edge,
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.
To deeds which, if not sublime,
To those I meet in the way.
Let me work as best I may ;
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.
Until the ruin made is complete.
*Little by little,' sure and slow,
As the present passes away.
'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
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,
Of love, the charmed melody
Whose wondrous and mysterious tone
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 ;
The melody it learn'd above.
Frances S. Osgood.
Secure from troubled waves we tread,
While to our Lord we look ;
The wave is firm as rock.
And feel our fears within ;
And sink us into sin.
That we may doubt no more ;
Till all the storm is o'er.
2311. LONGINGS. Diverse
An old farm-house with meadows wide,
*Oh! if I could but fly away
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.
Faith and love thy life-springs swell ;
From Him who did all things well :
When thy feet on roses tread;
With thy cross where He hath led.
See what He, the Holy, bore;
Is thy soul still harass'd sore?
Does long pain press forth thy sighs?
Does a scornful world despise?
Amid the city's constant din,
"Oh! if I could only trace once more
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.
Friends forsake thee or deny thee?
When no longer thou may'st live ;
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.
Of my transgressions melts away,
Gives place to the returning day.
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 ;
Preach the glad news so free.
All our redemption won;
All it cost Thee, the Son.
Ours is the free gift, given ;
Ours is the wine of heaven.
As on a sacred height,
Meeting before our sight.
Thy love for us has trod,
Thy love prepares with God ;-
One sight alone we see,
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 ;
The floor is soil'd He made so clean :
Is this a dwelling fit for Him ?
That blood can wash away thy sin;
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!
2320. LORD'S SUPPER. Prayer at the
JESU, to Thy Table led,
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,
Draw us to Thy wounded side,
Lead us by Thy pierced hand,