There are briars besetting every path, That call for patient care; There is a cross in every lot, And an earnest need for prayer; But a _lowly_ heart that leans on Thee Is happy anywhere. _Ann L. Waring._ The blessing of a _lowly_ mind Lord, unto me be given, Joy in the meanest spot to find, To see in all of human kind, But fellow-travellers, designed To rest at last in heaven. The pleasures of a _lowly_ state Oh, let me ne’er despise; And should I sit among the great, Ne’er be my heart with pride elate, But meekly let me watch and wait In _lowliness_ of guise. _Egone._ MAN. In the day that God created _man_, in the likeness of God made he him. Male and female created he them; and blessed them, and called their name Adam, in the day when they were created.--Genesis, v. 1, 2. Behold, even to the moon, and it shineth not; yea, the stars are not pure in his sight. How much less _man_, that is a worm? and the son of _man_, which is a worm?--Job, xxv. 5, 6. When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained. What is _man_ that thou art mindful of him, and the son of _man_ that thou visitest him. For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour.--Psalm viii. 3, 4, 5. _Man’s_ goings are of the Lord; how can a _man_, then, understand his own way?--Proverbs, xx. 24. _Man_ shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God.--Matthew, iv. 4. O, what is _man_, great Maker of _mankind_! That Thou to him so great respect dost bear; That Thou adornest him with so bright a mind, Mak’st him a king, and even an angel’s peer? O, what a lively life, what heavenly power, What spreading virtue, what a sparkling fire, How great, how plentiful, how rich a dower Dost Thou within the dying flesh inspire! Thou leav’st Thy print in other works of Thine, But Thy whole image Thou in _man_ hast writ; There cannot be a creature more divine, Except, like Thee, it should be infinite. But it exceeds _man’s_ thoughts, to think how high God hath raised _man_, since God a _man_ became; The angels do admire this mystery, And are astonished when they view the same: Nor hath He given these blessings for a day, Nor made them on the body’s life depend; The soul, though made in time, survives for aye; And though it hath beginning, sees no end. _Sir John Davies._