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THE FATHER'S HAND.
“For whom the Lord loveth He chasteneth, and scourgeth every son whom He receiveth. If ye endure chastening, God dealeth with you as with sons; for what son is he whom the Father chasteneth not ?" Heb. xii. 6, 7.
OH! welcome scourge, which in a Father's
hand Dost lose thy keenness, once again I feel Thy chastening stroke, nor can my heart with
stand These gentle cords of love, that smite to heal; That wound, to bring my wandering spirit
home,Home to a Saviour's side, whene'er I roam.
Faint not, my soul ! but plume thy drooping
wing, And soar above the fleeting joys of earth;
Strengthened by faith and hope, to Jesus cling
Sing of His love who left a home of glory
Sing of the eye that watches o'er thy going, The hand that gently guides thy erring feet, The gracious heart, whose love for ever flowing, Pours forth its streams of consolation sweet. That love which never changes, never tires, But fully satisfies thy best desires.
Sing of the glory that awaits thy soul
And thou hast safely reached the heavenly
goal, To rest for ever on its peaceful shore; To know the boundless love of Him who diedTo dwell through countless ages with the
THE CLOUDY AND DARK DAY.
“As a shepherd seeketh out his flock in the day that he is among his sheep that are scattered; so will I seek out my sheep, and will deliver them out of all places, where they have been scattered in the cloudy and dark day.”—Ezek. xxxiv. 12.
When the blue sky is shaded
When the thought of to-morrow
When bright hopes are dying,
Pale mourner repine not,
“And He said unto her, Thy sins are forgiven.Luke vii. 48.
Oh! shrink not from her, gaze upon that brow,
come? Proud man would spurn thee, woman would
not own A wretched outcast-thou must weep alone.Yet not alone, one eye still turns to thee, One loving heart still beats in sympathy;