Then bring your poor affection, And try it by this test; The hidden depth is fathomed, You see you love Him _best_! 'Tis but a feeble echo Of His great love to you, Yet in His ear each note is dear, Its harmony is true. It is an uncut jewel, All earth-incrusted now, But He will make it glorious, And set it on His brow: 'Tis but a tiny glimmer, Lit from the light above, But it shall blaze through endless days, A star of perfect love. --_Frances Ridley Havergal._ Thou art the Way: to thee alone From sin and death we flee; And he who would the Father seek, Must seek Him, Lord, by Thee. Thou art the Truth; Thy word alone True wisdom can impart; Thou only canst instruct the mind, And purify the heart. Thou art the Life: the rending tomb Proclaims Thy conquering arm; And those who put their trust in Thee Nor death nor hell shall harm. Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life: Grant us to know that Way; That Truth to keep, that Life to win, Which leads to endless day. --_Doane._ THE NIGHT AND THE MORNING. To dream a troubled dream, and then awaken To the soft gladness of a summer sky; To dream ourselves alone, unloved, forsaken, And then to wake 'mid smiles, and love, and joy; To look at evening on the storm's rude motion, The cloudy tumult of the fretted deep; And then at day-burst upon that same ocean, Soothed to the stillness of its stillest sleep-- So runs our course--so tells the church her story, So to the end shall it be ever told; Brief shame on earth, but after shame the glory, That wanes not, dims not, never waxes old. Lord Jesus, come, and end this troubled dreaming. Dark shadows vanish, rosy twilight break! Morn of the true and real, burst forth, calm-beaming. Day of the beautiful, arise, awake! --_Horatius Bonar._ IN AFFLICTION. Father! Thy will, not mine, be done! So prayed on earth Thy suffering Son, So, in His name I pray: The spirit fails, the flesh is weak; Thy help in agony I seek; O! take this cup away. If such be not Thy sovereign will, Thy wiser purpose then fulfil; My wishes I resign, Into Thine hands my soul commend, On Thee for life or death depend; Thy will be done, not mine. --_James Montgomery._ Give to the winds thy fears; Hope, and be undismay'd; God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears. God shall lift up thy head. Through waves, through clouds and storms, He gently clears thy way; Wait thou His time; so shall this night Soon end in joyous day. Still heavy is thy heart? Still sink thy spirits down? Cast off the weight, let fear depart, Bid every care be gone. What though thou rulest not! Yet heaven, and earth, and hell Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne, And ruleth all things well. --_Gerhard._