An infant, in its cradle-bed,

Rocked with the softest lullabies,
Rests not so tranquilly as when
Upon the Mother's breast it lies.
Where its first draught of life was found,
Its truest happiness will be.

O Soul, return thou to thy God!
In Him alone is rest for thee.

FAITH-LIFE.

(GLAUBENSLEBEN.)

CAN aught bring higher blessedness,

Aught purer joy afford,

Than life entire to consecrate

In faith, unto The Lord!

Within His Presence close we stand,
And there may ever be,

As though our eyes beheld His Face:
And glad at heart are we.

E'en when the lips in silence rest
The heart to prayer is given:
Unchained by earth, our thoughts arise
Unceasingly to Heaven.

His Spirit strengthens us anew

When all around is still :

That Blessed Grace is all our own;
We have it when we will.

Like children sporting at His Feet,
We rest beneath His Eye;
And when the tears of anguish fall,
Straight to His Heart we fly.

And when His children weary grow,
He lays them down to rest;
And covers-o'er the tired hearts
Within the earth's cool breast.

There, hidden safely, shall we sleep Throughout the still, deep night, Until His wakening Call is heard, In glorious Morning-Light.

"I ABIDE EVER WITH THEE."

("ICH BLEIBE STETS BEI DIR.")

JESUS, with Thee I would abide,
For ever in Thy Service stay:
Let nothing part me from Thy Side,
Nor let me wander from Thy Way.
Thou art my spirit's Life-the Strength
And living impulse of my heart;
E'en as the Vine streams forth its power,
And to each branch doth life impart.

Yes, I abide with Thee, my Lord;

In joy and sorrow I would be Thine own for ever-closely bound— For Time and for Eternity.

I listen for Thy Signal Voice

To call me from this world away :

Ready is he to die, whose soul

Hath clung to Thee throughout life's day.

Stay with me, Lord, upon this earth :—
Stay, also, when my day is gone;
When shadows of the evening fall,

And the night's coming draweth on.
Then, on my weary, languid head

Laying Thy Hand of blessing Love, Say, "Child, thy faith-life here is o'er :Now shalt thou enter Life above!"

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Stay with me then-still by my
Death's early dawn begins to spread ;
The cool, sharp breezes seem to blow,
That come before the Morning-Red.
When dimmer grows my failing eye,
Let Light into my spirit come,
That I may pass on joyfully,

As one that travelleth to his Home.

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