"THY WILL BE DONE." Y God, my Father! while I ftray, MY Far from my home, on life's rough way, O teach me from my heart to say, "Thy will be done!" Though dark my path, and sad my lot, What though in lonely grief I sigh "Thy will be done!" If thou shouldft call me to refign "Thy will be done!" Should pining fickness waste away My Father! ftill I strive to say, If but my fainting heart be blest Renew my will from day to day, Then, when on earth I breathe no more "Thy will be done!" Charlotte Elliott. JUD JUDGE NOT. UDGE not; the workings of his brain And of his heart thou canst not see; What looks to thy dim eyes a stain In God's pure light may only be A scar, brought from some well-won field, The look, the air, that frets thy fight The soul has closed in deadly fight With some infernal fiery foe, Whose glance would scorch thy smiling grace, And caft thee fhuddering on thy face! The fall thou dareft to despise, May be the angel's flackened hand And take a firmer, surer ftand; And judge none loft; but wait and see, The measure of the height of pain Miss A. A. Procter. HASTE NOT! REST NOT! ITHOUT hafte! without reft! WITH Bind the motto to thy breast; Bear it with thee as a spell; Heed not flowers that round thee bloom, Hafte not let no thoughtless deed Reft not! life is sweeping by, Hafte not! reft not! calmly wait; From the German of Goethe. 1768. PRAYER. EXHORTATION TO PRAYER. NOT OT on a prayerless bed, not on a prayerless bed For they alone are bleft With balmy fleep Whom angels keep; Nor, though by care oppreffed, Or anxious sorrow, Or thought in many a coil perplexed For coming morrow, Lay not thy head On prayerless bed. For who can tell, when fleep thine eye shall close, That earthly cares and woes To thee may e'er return? Slumber control, And let thy lamp burn brightly; So fhall thine eyes discern |