He hath spoken in the darkness In the silence of the night, Spoken sweetly of the Father. Words of life and love and light, Floating through the sombre stillness Came the loved and loving Voice, Speaking peace and solemn gladness, That His children might rejoice. What He tells thee in the darkness-- Songs He giveth in the night-- Rise and speak it in the morning, Rise and sing them in the light! He hath spoken in the darkness, In the silence of thy grief, Sympathy so deep and tender, Mighty for thy heart-relief. Speaking in thy night of sorrow Words of comfort and of calm, Gently on thy wounded spirit Pouring true and healing balm. What He tells thee in the darkness, Weary watcher for the day, Grateful lip and life should utter When the shadows flee away. He is speaking in the darkness, Though thou canst not see His face, More than angels ever needed, Mercy, pardon, love and grace. Speaking of the many mansions, Where, in safe and holy rest, Thou shalt be with Him forever, Perfectly and always blest. What He tells thee in the darkness, Whispers through Time's lonely night, Thou shalt speak in glorious praises In the everlasting light. --_Frances Ridley Havergal._ THE MORNING STAR. There is a morning star, my soul, There is a morning star; 'Twill soon be near and bright, tho' now, It seem so dim and far. And when time's stars have come and gone, And every mist of earth has flown, That better star shall rise On this world's clouded skies, To shine forever! The night is well nigh spent, my soul, The night is well nigh spent, And soon above our heads shall shine A glorious firmament; A sky all glad, and pure, and bright, The Lamb, once slain, its perfect light; A star without a cloud, Whose light no mists enshroud, Descending never. --_Horatius Bonar._ God of the world! Thy glories shine, Through earth and heaven, with rays divine: Thy smile gives beauty to the flower, Thine anger to the tempest power. God of our lives! the throbbing heart Doth at Thy beck its action start-- Throbs on, obedient to Thy will, Or ceases, at Thy fatal chill. God of eternal life! Thy love Doth every stain of sin remove; The cross, the cross--its hallowed light Shall drive from earth her cheerless night. God of all goodness! to the skies Our hearts in grateful anthems rise; And to Thy service shall be given The rest of life--the whole of heaven. --_S. S. Cutting._ There is a God!--all nature speaks, Through earth, and air, and seas, and skies; See! from the clouds His glory breaks, When the first beams of morning rise. The rising sun, serenely bright, O'er the wide world's extended frame, Inscribes, in characters of light, His mighty Maker's glorious name.