4 'Tis Jesus and his faithful few That soul-deep hymn who pour;-- O Christ! may we the song renew, And learn to love thee more. 475. C. M. Moore. Consolation. 1 O Thou who driest the mourner's tear, How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee! 2 But Thou wilt heal the broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe. 3 When joy no longer soothes or cheers, And e'en the hope that threw A moment's sparkle o'er our tears Is dimmed and vanished too; 4 O, who would bear life's stormy doom, Did not Thy wing of love Come, brightly wafting through the gloom Our peace-branch from above? 5 Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows bright, With more than rapture's ray; The darkness shows us worlds of light We never saw by day. 476. C. M. Keble. The Elder Scripture. 1 There is a book, who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts; And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and loving hearts. 2 The works of God, above, below, Within us, and around, Are pages in that book, to show How God himself is found. 3 The glorious sky, embracing all, Is like the Father's love; Wherewith encompassed, great and small In peace and order move. 4 The dew of heaven is like His grace; It steals in silence down; But where it lights, the favored place By richest fruits is known. 5 Two worlds are ours; 'tis only sin Forbids us to descry The mystic heaven and earth within, Plain as the earth and sky. 6 Thou, who hast given me eyes to see And love this sight so fair, Give me a heart to find out Thee, And read Thee everywhere! 477. 10s. M. Sterling. Rest. 1 O Thou, the primal fount of life and peace, Who shedd'st Thy breathing quiet all around, In me command that pain and conflict cease, And tune to music every jarring sound. 2 Make Thou in me, O God, through shame and pain, A heart attuned to Thy celestial calm; Let not the spirit's pangs be roused in vain, But heal the wounded breast with soothing balm! 3 So, firm in steadfast hope, in thought secure, In full accord with all Thy works of joy, May I be nerved to labors high and pure, And Thou Thy child to do Thy work employ. 4 In One who walked on earth, a man of woe, Was holier peace than even this hour inspires; From him to me let inward quiet flow, And give the might my failing will requires.