THE BLESSING OF DISCIPLINE. Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: Thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness; to the end that my glory may sing praise to Thee, and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks unto Thee for ever."-PSALM XXX. II, 12. STRENGTH of the still secluded thought, To make me strong, to keep me low— In praise poured out, in love expressed,— That shall not break this sacred rest. Once, moved by every mortal pain, Of hidden life that might not last. In thee my deep rejoicing springs— Once, with Thy tired ones homeward bent, And heard the exulting shout too near I too had felt the toil and heat, The wind and storm I did not fear. Perhaps the Heavenward look in store, The speechless prayer for strength or rest, Might help those needy spirits more Than hope set forth, or joy expressed. But I was changed, I knew not how, By the same love that chose their ways,I might be just as weary now, And yet rejoice to hear Thy praise. Now would I cheer the faint in heart That bids me hide Thy strength in me. What though the mortal flesh be frail, The willing spirit prone to sinkThere is a stream in Baca's vale Whereof thy feeblest child may drink. Some, in their sorrow, may not know How glorious straight before them, lies But O my Saviour, I can see For them, what once for me was seen; I know, whate'er their sufferings be, The tender mercy which they mean. do not watch, with anxious care, To see the end of their distress Thou knowest what the heart must bear, The human heart which Thou wilt bless. And in their daily deepening need Of heavenly love, for strength or rest, They are already blest indeed Yea, and much more, they shall be blest. Wrapt in the spirit of Thy praise, O wondrous love, so strong to smite- That led me through the flood, the flame. Thy love that smote me, ere I rose. How could I look for lengthened rest, The perfect heart which Thou wilt own? The heart, that guilty of Thy woes, Looks only upon Thee to mourn, And feels the cross Thy love bestows,. A burden easy to be borne. And yet that pause was not in vain— The footprints of Thy people were ! There many hearts that knew Thy ways That Faith poured out to Heaven for me. Oh, more than all the ease I sought, The love that met me in distress. Now that Thy mercies on my head, But as Thou wilt for evermore. I need the fountain and the fire And both, O King of Saints, are Thine. Now that my sense of rest in Thee, Now can my girded heart rejoice, In praise poured out, in love expressed— Now may That shall not break this sacred rest. RESTING. "The Lord is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in Him.”— My heart is resting, O my God, I will give thanks and sing; My heart is at the secret source Of every precious thing. LAMENTATIONS iii. 24. Now the frail vessel Thou hast made For the waters of the Earth have failed, I thirst for springs of heavenly life, 66 And a new song" is in my mouth To long-loved music set- Glory to Thee for strength withheld, I have a heritage of joy That yet I must not see; But the hand that bled to make it mine Is keeping it for me. There is a certainty of love That sets my heart at rest- I will give thanks for suffering now, For the death that sin makes hard and slow, Thanks for the little spring of love That gives me strength to say, Sometimes I longed for promised bliss, And the songs of patient spirits rise |