mortal aspects in which we shall stand before him, only so much of the mere form of being shall remain as shall make it possible for us to hold these thoughts of his with which he has been, by depriving, filling us.

MRS. A. D. T. WHITNEY.

HAT thou wilt, O Father, give!

WHAT

All is gain that I receive.

Let the lowliest task be mine,
Grateful, so the work be Thine;
Let me find the humblest place
In the shadow of Thy grace.
If there be some weaker one,
Give me strength to help him on;
If a blinder soul there be,
Let me guide him nearer Thee.
Make my mortal dreams come true
With the work I fain would do;
Clothe with life the weak intent,
Let me be the thing I meant;
Let me find in Thy employ
Peace that dearer is than joy;
Out of self to love be led,
And to heaven acclimated,
Until all things sweet and good

Seem my natural habitude.

JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER.

HOUGH dark my path and sad my lot

THOU

Let me be still and murmur not,

And breathe the prayer divinely taught,

Let but my fainting heart be blest
With thy sweet spirit for its guest,
My God, to Thee I leave the rest :
66 'Thy will be done!"

Renew my will from day to day;
Blend it with Thine, and take away
All that now makes it hard to say,
"Thy will be done ! ”

CHARLOTTE ELLIOTT.

WE tell Thee of our care,

WE

Of the sore burden, pressing day by day,

And in the light and pity of Thy face,

The burden melts away.

We breathe our secret wish,

The importunate longing which no man may see;

We ask it humbly, or, more restful still,

We leave it all to Thee.

SUSAN COOLIDGE.

ΜΥ

Y Father, as Thou wilt:
Oh, may thy will be mine!
Into thy hands of love
I would my all resign.

Through sorrow or through joy,
Conduct me as Thine own,
And help me still to say,
Father, Thy will be done.

My Father, as Thou wilt :
If needy here and poor,
Give me Thy people's bread,
Their portion rich and sure;
The manna of thy word
Let my soul feed upon;
And if all else should fail,
Father, Thy will be done.

My Father, as Thou wilt:
All shall be well for me;
Each changing future scene,
I gladly trust with Thee.
Straight to my home above,
I travel calmly on,

And sing in life or death,
Father, Thy will be done.

BENJAMIN SCHMOLKE.

TR., JANE BORTHWICK.

Lo, I am come to do Thy will, O God.

HEB. X. 7.

I love the Father, and as the Father gave me com. mandment, even so I do. — JOHN xiv. 31.

ASPIRATION.