Author: Anna Shipton

Publisher: Rarebooksclub.com

Published: 2013-09

Total Pages: 26

ISBN-13: 9781230074467

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1877 edition. Excerpt: ..."doleful way!" Unto His listening ear Pour out thy broken plaint, and soon, how soon, ' The wail of woe will change to joy's sweet tune! A little while, and then shall pass away The veil that shrouds His beauty, and the day Dawn in the cloudless morning ne'er to cease; For light is sown for thee, and joy and peace Laid up for those who love the Father's will. Peace, troubled heart! Hush, murmuring lips! Be still! THE LOST CHERITH. "He drank of the brook. And it came to pass after a while, that the brook dried up."--I Kings xvii. 6, 7. 1 HOU hast but claimed Thine own; Lord, I surrender Thy precious loan, for I would do Thy will; Let me not doubt Thy love so true and tender, Say to my quivering heart-strings, "Peace, be still." Christ! Priest and King! In yon bright realm of glory Thou bear'st a brother's sympathy for woe; And 'mid the songs of seraphs rise before Thee The broken prayers--the sighs I breathe below. Thou heard'st my cry when sore athirst and weary, And on my path in pity cast Thine eyes; Then in the arid waste, all parched and dreary, Thou bad'st for me a bubbling streamlet rise. "Drink," Lord, Thou saidst: and I in mute thanks-giving Drank of the stream that by the wayside burst, Sweet drops of love from Thy deep fount upspringing, That soothed my weariness and quenched my thirst. Now at Thy word dries up my pleasant Cherith, Oh let me not in selfish grief repine; Only Thy voice my mourning spirit heareth, Thou hast not taken mine, O Lord, but Thine. "Nay, thine and Mine!" (thus came a whisper stealing On my sad heart, and tenderly it fell;) "That spring of joy I sent, my love revealing, And its deep secret, thou must ponder well. "'Tis Mine and thine: it was my...