Father of Jesus, love's Reward! What rapture will it be, Prostrate before thy throne to lie And gaze, and gaze on thee! --Frederick William Faber. RULES FOR DAILY LIFE Begin the day with God: Kneel down to him in prayer; Lift up thy heart to his abode And seek his love to share. Open the Book of God, And read a portion there; That it may hallow all thy thoughts And sweeten all thy care. Go through the day with God, Whate'er thy work may be; Where'er thou art--at home, abroad, He still is near to thee. Converse in mind with God; Thy spirit heavenward raise; Acknowledge every good bestowed, And offer grateful praise. Conclude the day with God: Thy sins to him confess; Trust in the Lord's atoning blood, And plead his righteousness. Lie down at night with God, Who gives his servants sleep; And when thou tread'st the vale of death He will thee guard and keep. HE FILLS ALL All are but parts of one stupendous whole; Whose body nature is, and God the soul; That, changed through all, and yet in all the same; Great in the earth as in th' ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars and blossoms in the trees; Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our souls, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns. To him no high, no low, no great, no small, He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all. * * * * * All nature is but art, unknown to thee; All chance, direction which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good; And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear--whatever is, is right. --Alexander Pope. THE PRESENCE I sit within my room and joy to find That thou who always lov'st art with me here; That I am never left by thee behind, But by thyself thou keep'st me ever near. The fire burns brighter when with thee I look, And seems a kindlier servant sent to me; With gladder heart I read thy holy book, Because thou art the eyes with which I see; This aged chair, that table, watch, and door Around in ready service ever wait; Nor can I ask of thee a menial more To fill the measure of my large estate; For thou thyself, with all a Father's care, Where'er I turn art ever with me there. --Jones Very. BLESSED THOUGHT OF GOD One thought I have--my ample creed, So deep it is and broad, And equal to my every need-- It is the thought of God.