ON A BAPTISM.
“The waves of this troublesome world.”
Near the shore the bark lay floating, by the sunny waves caressed,
With the darling we were watching cradled in a dreamy rest.
But, borne o'er that heaving ocean, wilder sounds our gladness check,
Stormy winds and human wailings; ah! that sea bears many a wreck.
Fear not! hopes no strength could warrant to the feeblest faith are given;
Looking forward strains the eyesight; looking upward opens heaven.
Deeper than that Ocean's tempests, softer than its murmurs be,
Breathes a Voice, a Voice thou knowest,—“Trust thy little one to Me.”
Thou hast brought thy babe to Jesus; He hath seen her, He hath blest;
In His arms thy faith hath laid her, and He bears her on His breast.
Gently on thy sleeping darling, eyes, the light of heaven, shine;
Mother, by the love thou knowest, measure His,—it passeth thine!
