FOR GRACE.

My stock lies dead, and no increase
Doth my dull husbandry improve :
Oh let thy graces without cease
Drop from above!

If still the sun should hide his face,
Thy house would but a dungeon prove,
Thy works night's captives: oh let grace
Drop from above!

The dew doth every morning fall :
And shall the dew outstrip thy dove?
The dew for which grass cannot call
Drop from above!

Death is still working like a mole,

And digs my grave at each remove :
soul

Let grace work too, and on my
Drop from above!

For Grace.

Sin is still hammering my heart
Unto a hardness void of love:
Let suppling grace, to cross his art,
Drop from above!

Oh come! for thou dost know the way;
Or if to me thou wilt not move,
Remove me where I need not say
Drop from above!

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FOR ENTIRE DEVOTION.

I PRAY not, Lord, to be redeemed from mortal

sorrow;

Redeem me only from my vain and mean self-love;

Then let each night of grief lead in a mourning

morrow,

Fear shall not shake my trust in thee, my peace above.

Yet while the Resurrection waves its signs august,

Like morning's dewy banners on a cloudless

sky,

My weak feet cling enamored to the parching dust,

And, on the sand, poor pebbles lure my roving

eye.

Ye witnessings of silent, sad Gethsemane, That shaded garden whence light breaks for all our earth,

For Entire Devotion.

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Around my anguish let your faithful influence be ! Ye prayers and sighs divine, be my immortal birth!

Vales of repentance mount to hills of high desire;

Seven times seven suffering years earn the Sabbatic rest;

Earth's fickle, cruel lap, alternate frost and

Tempers beloved disciples for the Master's breast.

O Way for all that live! heal us by pain and loss; Fill all our years with toil, and bless us with thy rod:

Thy bonds bring wider freedom; climbing, by the cross,

Wins that brave height where looms the city of our God!

O Sunshine, rising ever on our nights of sadness! O best of all our good, and pardoner of our

sin!

Look down with pity on our unbelieving mad

ness,

To Heaven's great welcome take us, homesick pilgrims, in!

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For Entire Devotion.

Spirit that overcame the world's long tribulation,

Try faltering faith, and make it firm through much enduring;

Feed weary hearts with patient hopes of thy salvation;

Make strait submission, more than luxury's ease, alluring.

Hallow our wit with prayer; our mastery steep in meekness;

Pour on our study inspiration's holy light; Hew out for Christ's dear Church a future without weakness,

Quarried from thine eternal Beauty, Order, Might!

Met, there, mankind's great brotherhood of souls and powers,

Raise thou full praises from its farthest corners dim;

Pour down, O steadfast Sun, thy beams on all its towers;

Roll through its world-wide spaces Faith's majestic hymn!