NATURE AND FAITH. WE wept-'twas Nature wept-but Faith We miss thee here, but Faith would rather Faith beholds the spirit fled; That, but hears farewells and sighs- Nature never sees thee more SLEEP IN JESUS. To go to God is not "to die," To dwell with God is not "to die," In infinite repose. Oh, sheep of Christ! 'tis not "to die," Oh, ransomed soul! 'tis not "to die," To be for ever free; In the full glory soar on high, In endless liberty. Oh, child of God! 'tis not "to die," To be proclaimed His heir; To enter the inheritance, And take possession there! RURAL SOUNDS. BUT who the melodies of morn can tell? BEATTIE. I AM DEBTOR. WHEN this passing world is done, Not till then-how much I owe. When I hear the wicked call When I stand before the throne When the praise of heaven I hear, Even on earth, as through a glass Chosen not for good in me, Teach me, Lord, on earth to show, By my love, how much I owe. Oft I walk beneath the cloud, When in flowery paths I tread, Oft I fall-but still arise The Spirit comes-the tempter flies; Oft the nights of sorrow reign- M'CHEYNE. ON THE MEDITERRANEAN SEA IN THE BAY OF CARMEL. O LORD! this swelling, tideless sea, Through flinty rocks have worn their way, And thy unceasing love alone Hath broken through this heart of stone. |