96. Thy Will be Done. PERCY CHAPEL C LL ̧

FATHER, I know thy ways are just,

Although to me unknown;

Oh, grant me grace thy love to trust, And cry, "Thy will be done.”

If thou shouldst hedge with thorns my path,

Should wealth and friends be gone, Still with a firm and lively faith,

I'll cry, "Thy will be done."

Although thy steps I cannot trace,

Thy sov'reign right I'll own; And, as instructed by thy grace, I'll cry, "Thy will be done."

'Tis sweet thus passively to lie Before thy gracious throne, Concerning everything to cry, "My Father's will be done."

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MOORE.

O THOU who driest the mourner's tear,
How dark this world would be,
If, when deceived and wounded here,
We could not fly to thee!

But thou wilt heal the broken heart, Which like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe.

Oh, who would bear life's stormy doom,
Did not thy wing of love
Come, brightly wafting thro' the gloom
Our peace-branch from above?

Then sorrow touched by thee grows bright

With more than rapture's ray; As darkness shows us worlds of light We never saw by day.

99.

Youthful Example. WM. CUTTER. WHAT if the little rain should say,

So small a drop as I

Can ne'er refresh these thirsty fields, I'll tarry in the sky?

What if a shining beam of noon

Should in its fountain stay, Because its feeble light alone

Cannot create a day?

Doth not each raindrop help to form
The cool, refreshing shower,
And every ray of light to warm
And beautify the flower?

Go thou, and strive to do thy share-
One talent,-less than thine-
Improved with steady zeal and care,
Would gain rewards divine.