My Times are in thy Hand. Wherever in the world I am, In whatsoe'er estate, I have a fellowship with hearts And a work of lowly love to do So I ask thee for the daily strength, And a mind to blend with outward life, While keeping at thy side; Content to fill a little space, If Thou be glorified. And if some things I do not ask I would have my spirit filled the more There are briers besetting every path, There is a cross in every lot, And a need for earnest prayer; But a lowly heart that leans on thee 173 174 My Times are in thy Hand. In a service which thy love appoints For my secret heart is taught the truth ᎢᎻᎬ ᏴᎬᎢᎢᎬᎡ ᏢᎪᎡᎢ, TO A VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY. LADY, that in the prime of earliest youth Wisely hast shunn'd the broad way and the green, And with those few art eminently seen That labor up the hill of heavenly Truth, The better part, with Mary and with Ruth, Chosen thou hast; and they that overween, And at thy growing virtues fret their spleen, No anger find in thee, but pity and ruth. Thy care is fixt, and zealously attends, To fill thy odorous lamp with deeds of light, And hope that reaps not shame. Therefore be sure Thou, when the Bridegroom with his feastful friends Passes to bliss at the mid hour of night, Hast gain'd thy entrance, virgin wise and pure. FAME. What shall I do lest life in silence pass? And never prompt the bray of noisy brass, Remember, aye the ocean deeps are mute, Worth is the ocean; Fame is but the bruit What shall I do to be forever known? Thy duty ever. This did full many who yet slept unknown. Oh, never, never! Think'st thou, perchance, that they remain unknown Whom thou know'st not? By angel-trumps in heaven their praise is |