1 Though lonely be thy path, fear not, for He Who marks the sparrow fall is guarding thee; And not a star shines o'er thy head by night, But He hath known that it will reach thy sight. 2 And not a grief can darken or surprise, Swell in thy heart, or dim with tears thine eyes, But it is sent in mercy and in love, To bid thy helplessness seek strength above. 337. L. M. Jane Roscoe. Light in Darkness. 1 My Father, when around me spread I see the shadows of the tomb, When life's bright visions droop and fade, And darkness veils the days to come,-- 2 O, in that anguished hour I turn With a still trusting heart to Thee, And holy thoughts arise and burn Amid that cold, sad destiny! 3 They fill my soul with heavenly light, While all around is pain and woe; And strengthened by them, in Thy sight, Father, to drink Thy cup I go. 338. C. M. Anonymous. Consolation. 1 Let me not wander comfortless, My Father, far from Thee; But still beneath Thy guardian wing In holy quiet be. 2 The storms of grief, the tears of woe, Soothed by Thy love, shall cease; And all the trembling spirit breathe A deep, unbroken peace. 3 The power of prayer shall o'er me shed A deep, celestial calm; More soft than evening's twilight dews, My soul shall feel its balm. 4 For there Thy still, small voice shall speak Thy great, Thy boundless love; And tears and smiles, and grief and joy, Shall lift my soul above. 339. S. M. Anonymous. The Meaning of Sorrow. 1 We love this outward world, Its fair sky overhead,-- Its morning's soft, gray mist unfurled, Its sunsets rich and red. 2 But there's a world within That higher glory hath; A life the immortal soul must win,-- The life of joy and faith. 3 For this the Father's love Doth shade the world of sense, The bounding play of health remove, And dim the sparkling glance; 4 That, though the earth grows dull And earthly pleasures few, The spirit gain its wisdom full To suffer and to do. 5 Holy its world within, Unknown to sound or sight,-- The world of victory o'er sin, Of faith, and love, and light. 340. 11 & 10s. M. Anonymous. The Mourner. 1 Weep thou, O mourner! but in lamentation Let thy Redeemer still remembered be; Strong is His arm, the God of thy salvation, Strong is His love to cheer and comfort thee.