Be ye _angry_, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath.--Ephesians, iv. 26. The _anger_ of the Lord? Oh, dreadful thought! How can a creature frail as man endure The tempest of His wrath? Ah, whither flee To ’scape the punishment he well deserves? Flee to the cross! the great atonement there Will shield the sinner, if he supplicate For pardon with repentance true and deep, And faith that questions not. Then will the frown Of _anger_ pass from off the face of God, Like a black tempest-cloud that hides the sun. _Anon._ The golden sun is going down, Or melting in the west away: Where are the clouds that seem’d to frown So darkly on the rising day? Molten is every gloomy fold, In yonder sea of liquid gold. The winds, at morn so rude and hoarse, Make music for an angel’s ear; The sun, beclouded in his course, Beholds the heavens, at evening, clear, And now doth with the tempest’s wreck His glorious pavilion deck. Lord, sure thy countenance is here; Thy spirit all the vale informs: Whatever, in this inward sphere, Remains to tell of _angry_ storms, Oh! let it melt away, and leave No cloud to darken life’s calm eve! _Joseph Gostick._ _Angry_ words are likely spoken In a rash and thoughtless hour; Brightest links of life are broken, By their deep insidious power. Hearts inspired by warmest feeling, Ne’er before by _anger_ stirred, Oft are rent past human healing, By a single _angry_ word. Poison drops of care and sorrow, Bitter poison drops are they, Weaving for the coming morrow, Saddest memories of to-day. _Angry_ words! oh, let them never From thy tongue unbridled slip; May the heart’s best impulse ever, Check them ere they soil the lip. Love is much too pure and holy, Friendship is too sacred far, For a moment’s reckless folly Thus to desolate and mar. _Angry_ words are lightly spoken; Bitterest thoughts are rashly stirred; Brightest links of life are broken, By a single _angry_ word. _J. Middleton._ _Angry_ looks can do no good, And blows are dealt in blindness, Words are better understood, If spoken but in kindness. Simple love far more hath wrought, Although by childhood muttered, Then all the battles ever fought, Or oaths that men have uttered. Foolish things are frowns and sneers, _Angry_ thoughts revealing; Better far to drown in tears, Harsh and _angry_ feeling. _J. Burbridge._ APOSTLES. He called unto Him His disciples, and of them He chose Twelve, whom also He named _Apostles_.--Luke, vi. 13.