3 I’ve sought for rest in friendship’s hallowed shrine, But loved ones change, and earth’s endearments end; No love is true and lasting, Lord, but thine; Henceforth, Incarnate Love, be thou my friend. 4 I’ve sought to find a place to rest my feet In fame’s alluring temple, bright and gay; In health, and competence, and pleasures sweet, But short and transient as the passing day. 5 Yet all in vain: o’er all this dreary waste Of sin and sorrow, toil and care, and pain, No spot I’ve found, my weary feet to rest; And now, sweet ark, I fly to thee again. SYMPATHIES AND ACTIVITIES. 951 L. M. Prayer for general peace. Thy footsteps, Lord, with joy we trace, And mark the conquests of thy grace; Complete the work thou hast begun, And let thy will on earth be done. 2 O, show thyself the Prince of Peace; Command the din of war to cease; O, bid contending nations rest, And let thy love rule every breast! 3 Then peace returns with balmy wing; Glad plenty laughs, the valleys sing; Reviving commerce lifts her head, And want, and woe, and hate, have fled. 4 Thou good and wise, and righteous Lord, All move subservient to thy word; O, soon let every nation prove The perfect joy of Christian love! 952 L. M. I pray—that thou shouldst keep, etc. John 17:12. While others pray for grace to die O Lord, I pray for grace to live; For every hour a fresh supply; O see my need and freely give. 2 I do not dread the hour of death; If I am thine, no fears remain; I know that with my parting breath I yield for ever mortal pain. 3 E’en if the darkness should appear Too deep for faith as well as sight, If I am thine, thou wilt be near, And take me to thy heavenly light. 4 But O! my Lord, in life’s highway I crave the sunshine of thy face; And every moment of the day I need thy strong supporting grace. 5 I dare not—will not—Lord, deny That heart and feet both go astray; Therefore the more to thee I cry To keep me in the chosen way. 6 The more my sin and unbelief Keep me from walking near to thee, The more, Lord Jesus, is my grief— The more I long thy face to see. 953 C. M. I was a father to the poor. Job 29:16. Blest is the man whose softening heart Feels all another’s pain; To whom the supplicating eye Was never raised in vain; 2 Whose breast expands with generous warmth A stranger’s woes to feel; And bleeds in pity o’er the wound He wants the power to heal.