How can I rouse my sinking soul From such a lethargy? How can I break these iron chains And set my spirit free? There have been times when I have mourned! In anguish o'er the past, And raised my suppliant hands on high, While tears fell thick and fast; And prayed to have my sins forgiven, With such a fervent zeal, An earnest grief, a strong desire As now I cannot feel. And I have felt so full of love, So strong in spirit then, As if my heart would never cool, Or wander back again. And yet, alas! how many times My feet have gone astray! How oft have I forgot my God! How greatly fallen away! My sins increase--my love grows cold, And Hope within me dies: Even Faith itself is wavering now; Oh, how shall I arise? I cannot weep, but I can pray, Then let me not despair: Lord Jesus, save me, lest I die! Christ, hear my humble prayer! A PRAYER. My God (oh, let me call Thee mine, Weak, wretched sinner though I be), My trembling soul would fain be Thine; My feeble faith still clings to Thee. Not only for the Past I grieve, The Future fills me with dismay; Unless Thou hasten to relieve, Thy suppliant is a castaway. I cannot say my faith is strong, I dare not hope my love is great; But strength and love to Thee belong; Oh, do not leave me desolate! I know I owe my all to Thee; Oh, TAKE the heart I cannot give! Do Thou my strength--my Saviour be, And MAKE me to Thy glory live. IN MEMORY OF A HAPPY DAY IN FEBRUARY. Blessed be Thou for all the joy My soul has felt to-day! Oh, let its memory stay with me, And never pass away! I was alone, for those I loved Were far away from me; The sun shone on the withered grass, The wind blew fresh and free. Was it the smile of early spring That made my bosom glow? 'Twas sweet; but neither sun nor wind Could cheer my spirit so. Was it some feeling of delight All vague and undefined? No; 'twas a rapture deep and strong, Expanding in the mind. Was it a sanguine view of life, And all its transient bliss, A hope of bright prosperity? Oh, no! it was not this. It was a glimpse of truth divine Unto my spirit given, Illumined by a ray of light That shone direct from heaven. I felt there was a God on high, By whom all things were made; I saw His wisdom and His power In all his works displayed. But most throughout the moral world, I saw his glory shine; I saw His wisdom infinite, His mercy all divine. Deep secrets of His providence, In darkness long concealed, Unto the vision of my soul Were graciously revealed.