He who, from zone to zone _Guides_ through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright. _Bryant._ I would not have the restless will That hurries to and fro, Seeking for some great thing to do, Or secret thing to know, I would be treated as a child, And _guided_ where to go. _L. A. Waring._ Here, where all climes their offerings send, Here, where all arts their tribute lay, Before thy presence, Lord, we bend, And for thy smile and blessing pray. For Thou dost sway the tides of thought, And hold the issues in thy hand, Of all that human toil has wrought, And all that human skill has plann’d. Thou lead’st the restless Power of Mind O’er destiny’s untrodden field, And _guid’st_ him wandering bold but blind, To mighty ends not yet revealed. _Anon._ _Guide_ me, O Thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land! I am weak, but Thou art mighty, Hold me with Thy powerful hand! Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more. Open Thou the crystal fountain, Whence the healing waters flow! Let the fiery cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through! Strong Deliv’rer! Be Thou still my strength and shield! When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside; Death of death, and hell’s destruction, Land me safe on Canaan’s side! Songs of praises I will ever give to Thee. _Oliver._ GUILT. The Lord, the Lord God, merciful and gracious, longsuffering, and abundant in goodness and truth. Keeping mercy for thousands, forgiving iniquity and transgression, and sin, and that will by no means clear the _guilty_.--Exodus, xxxiv. 6, 7. The Lord will not hold him _guiltless_ that taketh His name in vain.--Deuteronomy, v. 11. Deliver me from blood-_guiltiness_, O God, thou God of my salvation: and my tongue shall sing aloud of Thy righteousness.--Psalm li. 14. For whosoever shall keep the whole law, and yet offend in one point, he is _guilty_ of all.--James, ii. 10. Amidst the royal race, see Nathan stand: Fervent he seems to speak, and lifts his hand; His looks the emotion of his soul disclose, And eloquence from every gesture flows. Such, and so stern he came, ordained to bring The ungrateful mandate to the _guilty_ king: When, at his dreadful voice, a sudden smart Shot through the trembling monarch’s conscious heart, From his own lips condemned, severe decree, Had his God proved as stern a Judge as he. _Bishop Lowth._