28. In life our absent friend is far away : But death may bring our friend exceeding near, Show him familiar faces long so dear And lead him back in reach of words we say. He only cannot utter yea or nay In any voice accustomed to our ear; Watching us, with unslumbering eyes and heart, Brimful of words which cannot yet be said, Brimful of knowledge they may not impart, Brimful of love for you and love for me. "FOR THINE OWN SAKE, O MY GOD." 7EARIED of sinning, wearied of repentance, WEARIE 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, I plead Thyself with Thee. UNTIL THE DAY BREAK. 'HEN will the day bring its pleasure? WH 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, Northern lights kindle and pale ; Of eyes looking upward that fail; Bows down the crop in its glory The millet is ripened and hoary, The wheat ears are ripened to gold : The Lord of the harvest, He knoweth 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.” "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, |