2 Gaze we meanwhile for the day, Praying in thought while we gaze; Watch for the morning's first ray; Prayer then be turned into praise! Shout to the valleys, Behold ye the morn, Long, long desired, but denied to our sight; Lo, myriads of slaves into men are new-born; The word was omnipotent, and there is light! 441. L. M. *Whittier. Mercy and Not Sacrifice. 1 O Thou, at whose rebuke, the grave Back to warm life the sleeper gave, Who, waking, saw with joy, above, A brother's face of tenderest love;-- 2 Thou, unto whom the blind and lame, The sorrowing, and the sin-sick came; The burden of thy holy faith Was love and life, not hate and death. 3 O, once again thy healing lay On the blind eyes which know thee not, And let the light of thy pure day Shine in upon the darkened thought! 4 O, touch the hearts of men, and show The power which in forbearance lies; And let them feel that Mercy now Is better than old Sacrifice! 442. L. M. *Mrs. Livermore. Redeeming Power of Love. 1 What precept, Jesus, is like thine,-- Forgive, as ye would be forgiven! In this we see the power divine, Which shall transform our earth to heaven. 2 O, not the harsh and scornful word The victory over sin can gain, Not the dark prison, or the sword, The shackle, or the weary chain. 3 But from our spirits there must flow A love that will the wrong outweigh; Our lips must only blessings know, And wrath and sin shall die away. 4 'Twas heaven that formed the holy plan To win the wanderer back by love; Thus let us save our brother, man, And imitate our God above. IX. MISCELLANEOUS. 443. C. M. Keble. Teaching Little Children. 1 O, say not, think not, heavenly notes To childish ears are vain,-- That the young mind at random floats, And cannot reach the strain. 2 Was not our Lord a little child, Taught by degrees to pray, By father dear and mother mild Instructed day by day? 3 And loved he not of heaven to talk With children in his sight, To meet them in his daily walk, And to his arms invite? 4 And though some tones be weak and low, What are all prayers beneath, But cries of babes, that cannot know Half the deep thought they breathe? 5 In his own words we Christ adore; But angels, as we speak, Higher above our meaning soar Than we o'er children weak. 6 And yet his words mean more than they, And yet he owns their praise; O, think not that he turns away From infants' simple lays!