So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still Will lead me on O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone, And with the morn those angel faces smile, Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. --_Cardinal Newman._ Weary of earth and laden with my sin, I look at heaven and long to enter in; But there no evil thing may find a home, And yet I hear a voice that bids me, "Come." So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand In the pure glory of that holy land? Before the whiteness of that Throne appear? Yet there are Hands stretched out to draw me near. The while I fain would tread the heavenly way, Evil is ever with me day by day; Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall, "Repent, confess, thou shalt be loosed from all." It is the voice of JESUS that I hear, His are the Hands stretched out to draw me near, And His the Blood that can for all atone, And set me faultless there before the Throne. 'Twas He who found me on the deathly wild, And made me heir of heaven, the FATHER'S child, And day by day, whereby my soul may live, Gives me His Grace of pardon, and will give. O great Absolver, grant my soul may wear The lowliest garb of penitence and prayer, That in the FATHER'S courts my glorious dress May be the garment of Thy righteousness. Yea, Thou wilt answer for me, Righteous LORD; Thine all the merits, mine the great reward; Thine the sharp thorns, and mine the golden crown; Mine the life won, and Thine the life laid down. Nought can I bring, dear LORD, for all I owe, Yet let my full heart what it can bestow; Like Mary's gift let my devotion prove, Forgiven greatly, how I greatly love. --_Unidentified._ "Come unto Me, ye weary, And I will give you rest." O blessed voice of JESUS, Which comes to hearts oppressed; It tells of benediction, Of pardon, grace, and peace, Of joy that hath no ending, Of love which cannot cease. "Come unto Me, ye wanderers, And I will give you light." O loving voice of JESUS, Which comes to cheer the night; Our hearts were filled with sadness, And we had lost our way; But He has brought us gladness And songs at break of day. "Come unto Me, ye fainting, And I will give you life; O cheering voice of JESUS, Which comes to aid our strife; The foe is stern and eager, The fight is fierce and long; But He has made us mighty, And stronger than the strong. "And whosoever cometh, I will not cast him out." O welcome voice of JESUS, Which drives away our doubt; Which calls us very sinners, Unworthy though we be, Of love so free and boundless, To come, dear LORD, to Thee. --_Unidentified._ EARTH'S BEAUTY. Where the wave murmurs not, Where the gust eddies not, Where the stream rushes not, Where the cliff shadows not, Where the wood darkens not, I would not be!