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GUIDING TENDERNESS OF GOD.
“I will instruct thee ------ I will guide thee with
mine eye.”—Ps. xxxii. 8.
By gentleness, O God,
Thou wouldst Thy children lead
O'er perill'd ways, by martyrs trod,
Or through life's verdant mead:
Not the stern rod of discipline to wield
Does Thy pure Grace, apart from sin, incline;
But when reluctant hearts refuse to yield
Some iron law instructs the spirit that is Thine.
Thou wouldst Thy children lead
O'er perill'd ways, by martyrs trod,
Or through life's verdant mead:
Not the stern rod of discipline to wield
Does Thy pure Grace, apart from sin, incline;
But when reluctant hearts refuse to yield
Some iron law instructs the spirit that is Thine.
Yet were we like a child
Loving, and pliant too,
Thy perfect guidance pure as mild
Would guard Life's opening view;
E'en as a glance by some fond parent turn'd
On her frail little one, who waits to see
Those looks where young affection's lore is learn'd,—
So would one gleam of grace attract our souls to Thee.
Loving, and pliant too,
Thy perfect guidance pure as mild
Would guard Life's opening view;
E'en as a glance by some fond parent turn'd
On her frail little one, who waits to see
Those looks where young affection's lore is learn'd,—
So would one gleam of grace attract our souls to Thee.
Oh, for a watchful heart!
A waiting mind of prayer,
To view Thee, gracious as Thou art,
“Our Father!” everywhere.
Orphan'd in soul, nor friendless, should we seem,
Did but the mind a sacred vigil keep;
For ever would Thy guardian eye-glance beam,—
Star of our troubled life, both when we smile, or weep!
A waiting mind of prayer,
To view Thee, gracious as Thou art,
“Our Father!” everywhere.
Orphan'd in soul, nor friendless, should we seem,
Did but the mind a sacred vigil keep;
For ever would Thy guardian eye-glance beam,—
Star of our troubled life, both when we smile, or weep!
Unless we watch that “Eye,”
Thy Will we cannot read;
For, softer than a vernal sky
It dawns on human need
In gleam and glance, no prayerless hearts discern,
And Love's unwatchful gaze may oft forego:—
Only by looking upward, can we learn
Wisdom divinely bland, to chasten weal and woe.
Thy Will we cannot read;
For, softer than a vernal sky
It dawns on human need
In gleam and glance, no prayerless hearts discern,
And Love's unwatchful gaze may oft forego:—
Only by looking upward, can we learn
Wisdom divinely bland, to chasten weal and woe.
Bend, pride of Reason! bend,
Become a little child;
And heaven to thee will condescend
In wisdom undefiled;
Oft where the haughty Scribes of learning fail
God to discern in truth's unerring page,
Infants of grace by simple love prevail,
Wing'd by the Spirit's power to heights beyond their age.
Become a little child;
And heaven to thee will condescend
In wisdom undefiled;
Oft where the haughty Scribes of learning fail
God to discern in truth's unerring page,
Infants of grace by simple love prevail,
Wing'd by the Spirit's power to heights beyond their age.
Then grant us, gracious Lord!
In Thy blest page to see
The faintest beam a heaven-bright word
Imparts from truth, and Thee;
Mild as the radiance of celestial love,
So will each promise, threat, and precept dart
Glances of truth,—as if God's eye above
Were gazing through them, to inspire the heart.
In Thy blest page to see
The faintest beam a heaven-bright word
Imparts from truth, and Thee;
Mild as the radiance of celestial love,
So will each promise, threat, and precept dart
Glances of truth,—as if God's eye above
Were gazing through them, to inspire the heart.
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