Hymns, Songs, and Fables, for Young People | Page 4

and dismay,
And
wakes the agonizing shriek
Of guilt that fears to pray?
It is this ever-living mind;
This little throb of life
Hears its own
echoes in the wind,
And in the tempest's strife;

To all that's sweet, and bright, and fair,
Its own affections gives;

Sees its own image everywhere,
Through all creation lives.
It bids the everlasting hills
Give back the solemn tone;
This
boundless arch of azure fills
With accents all its own.
What is this life-inspiring mind,
This omnipresent thought?
How
shall it ever utterance find
For all itself hath taught?
To Him who breathed the heavenly flame,
Its mysteries are known;

It seeks the source from whence it came,
And rests in God alone.
WE NEVER PART FROM THEE.
God, who dwellest everywhere
God, who makest all thy care,
God,
who hearest every prayer,
Thou who see'st the heart;
Thou to whom we lift our eyes.
Father, help our souls to rise,
And,
beyond these narrow skies,
See thee as thou art!
Let our anxious thoughts be still,
Holy trust adore thy will,
Holy
love our bosoms fill,
Let our songs ascend!
Dearest friends may parted be,
All our
earthly treasures flee,
Yet we never part from thee,
Our eternal Friend.
"I WILL ARISE AND GO TO MY FATHER."
Help me, O God, to trust in thee,
Thou high and holy One!
And
may my troubled spirit flee
For rest to thee alone.

In thee alone the soul can find
Secure and sweet repose;
And thou
canst bid the desert mind
To blossom as the rose.
Let not this spirit, formed to rise
Where angels claim their birth,

Forsake its home beyond the skies,
And cling to barren earth.
The bird of passage knows the sign
That warns him to depart;
Shall
I not heed the voice divine,
That whispers in my heart,--
"Up! plume thy wings, soar far away!
No longer idly roam!
Fly to
the realms of endless day;
For this is not thy home."
This still, small voice, O, may I hear!
Ere clouds and darkness come,

And thunders in my startled ear
Proclaim my final doom.
Father! to thee my spirit cries!
Thy wandering child reclaim.
Speak!
and my dying faith shall rise,
And wake a deathless flame.
EVENING HYMN.
Thou, from whom we never part,
Thou, whose love is everywhere,

Thou who seest every heart,
Listen to our evening prayer.
Father! fill our souls with love,
Love unfailing, full, and free,
Love
no injury can move,
Love that ever rests on thee.
Heavenly Father! through the night
Keep us safe from every ill;

Cheerful as the morning light,
May we wake to do thy will.
AUTUMN.
Sweet Summer, with her flowers, has past,
I hear her parting knell;

I hear the moaning, fitful blast,
Sighing a sad farewell.
But, while she fades and dies away,
In rainbow hues she glows;

Like the last smile of parting day,
Still brightening as she goes.

The robin whistles clear and shrill;
Sad is the cricket's song;
The
wind, wild rushing o'er the hill,
Bears the dead leaf along.
I love this sober, solemn time,
This twilight of the year;
To me,
sweet Spring, in all her prime,
Was never half so dear.
While death has set his changing seal
On all that meets the eye,
'Tis
rapture, then, within to feel
The soul that cannot die;--
To look far, far beyond this sky,
To Him who changes never.
This
earth, these heavens, shall change and die;
God is the same for ever.
THE LORD'S DAY.
This is the day when Jesus woke
From the deep slumbers of the tomb;

This is the day the Saviour broke
The bonds of fear and hopeless
gloom.
This is indeed a holy day;
No longer may we dread to die.
Let every
fear be cast away,
And tears be wiped from every eye.
Sorrow and pain the Saviour knew;
A dark and thorny path he trod;

But heaven was ever in his view,--
That toilsome path led up to God.
Let every heart rejoice and sing;
Let every sin and sorrow cease;

Let children come this day and bring
Their offering of love and
peace.
THE MINISTRY OF PAIN.
Cease, my complaining spirit, cease;
Know 'tis a Father's hand you
feel;
It leads you to the realms of peace;
It kindly only wounds to
heal.
My Father! what a holy joy
Bursts on the sad, desponding mind,
To
say, when fiercest ills annoy,--
"I know my Father still is kind!"

This bids each trembling fear be still,
Checks every murmur, every
sigh;
Patience then waits his sovereign will,
Rejoiced to
live,--resigned to die.
O blessed ministry of pain!
To teach the soul its real worth;
To lead
it to that source again,
From whence it first derived its birth.
"BY FAITH YE ARE SAVED."
Christian! when, overwhelmed with grief and care,
Thou prayest for
the help that thou dost need,
As shipwrecked mariner for life will
plead,
O, then for faith pour forth the fervent prayer!
'Tis faith alone
life's heavy ills can bear.
O, mark her calm, far-seeing, quickening
eye,
Full of the light of immortality!
It tells of worlds unseen, and
calls us there;
That look of hers can save thee from despair.
When sorrow, like thick darkness, gathers round,
And all life's
flowers are fading in the dust,
Faith lifts our drooping vision from the
ground,--
Says, that the hand that smites us yet is just;
That