"FOR THINE OWN SAKE, O MY GOD." 425 "FOR THINE OWN SAKE, O MY GOD." 【EARIED of sinning, wearied of repentance, Wearied of self, I turn, my God, to Thee; To Thee, my Judge, on Whose all-righteous sentence Hangs mine eternity: . I turn to Thee, I plead Thyself with Thee,— Wearied I loathe myself, I loathe my sinning, Me miserable, me sinful, ruined me,— I plead Thyself with Thee Who art my Maker, Love made Thee what Thou art, the love of me,— UNTIL THE DAY BREAK. WHEN will the day bring its pleasure? When will the night bring its rest? Reaper and gleaner and thresher Peer toward the east and the west : The Sower He knoweth, and He knoweth best. Meteors flash forth and expire, Of eyes looking upward that fail; Bows down the crop in its glory Tenfold, fiftyfold, hundredfold; The wheat ears are ripened to gold :— The Lord of the harvest, He knoweth Who knoweth the first and the last : The Sower Who patiently soweth, He scanneth the present and past: He saith, “What thou hast, what remaineth, hold fast." Yet, Lord, o'er Thy toil-wearied weepers. The storm-clouds hang muttering and frown: On threshers and gleaners and reapers, O Lord of the harvest, look down; Oh for the harvest, the shout, and the crown! "Not so," saith the Lord of the reapers, The Lord of the first and the last : "O My toilers, My weary, My weepers, What ye have, what remaineth, hold fast. Hide in My heart till the vengeance be past." A A HOPE CAROL. NIGHT was near, a day was near, I heard sweet voices calling clear, Calling me : I heard a whirr of wing on wing, Below the stars, beyond the moon, I heard a rising falling tune I long to see the pipes and strings To-day or may be not to-day, All voices that command or pray Calling me, Shall kindle in my soul such fire That I shall see that heart's desire I long to see. "OF HIM THAT WAS READY TO PERISH." LORD, I am waiting, weeping, watching for Thee: My youth and hope lie by me buried and dead, My wandering love hath not where to lay its head Except Thou say "Come to Me." My noon is ended, abolished from life and light, My sun went down in the hours that still were day, How long, O Lord, how long in my desperate pain Shall I weep and watch, shall I weep and long for Thee? Is Thy grace ended, Thy love cut off from me? How long shall I long in vain ? O God Who before the beginning hast seen the end, Who hast made me flesh and blood, not frost and not fire, Who hast filled me full of needs and love and desire And a heart that craves a friend, Who hast said "Come to Me and I will give thee rest,” Who hast said "Take on thee My yoke and learn of Me," Who calledst a little child to come to Thee, And pillowedst John on Thy breast; Who spak'st to women that followed Thee sorrowing, Bidding them weep for themselves and weep for their own; Who didst welcome the outlaw adoring Thee all alone, And plight Thy word as a King,— By Thy love of these and of all that ever shall be, Beside Thy Cross I hang on my cross in shame, CHRISTMAS CAROLS. I. WHOSO hears a chiming for Christmas at the nighest, Hears a sound like Angels chanting in their glee, Hears a sound like palm boughs waving in the highest, Hears a sound like ripple of a crystal sea. Sweeter than a prayer-bell for a saint in dying, |