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II. —THE MARRIAGE AT CANA.
“Yea, rather, blessed are they who hear the word of God, and keep it.”
Not for thyself thy motherhood,
Not for thy home that life-stream springs;
For thee then, too, the higher good
Must come through death of lower things.
Not for thy home that life-stream springs;
For thee then, too, the higher good
Must come through death of lower things.
The village home so sweet to thee
With joys so hallowed and complete,
For Him no Father's House could be,
No limit for thy Saviour's feet.
With joys so hallowed and complete,
For Him no Father's House could be,
No limit for thy Saviour's feet.
The will long meekly bowed to thine
Now calmly claims its sovereign place,
And takes a range of love Divine
Thy mortal vision cannot trace.
Now calmly claims its sovereign place,
And takes a range of love Divine
Thy mortal vision cannot trace.
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On us that mild reproof falls cold,—
The words, and not the tone, we hear;
On thee, who knewest Him of old,
It casts no shade of doubt or fear.
The words, and not the tone, we hear;
On thee, who knewest Him of old,
It casts no shade of doubt or fear.
For thy meek heart has read Him true,
And, bowing, wins His “rather bless'd;”
“Whate'er He saith unto you, do,”
Embracing as its rule and rest.
And, bowing, wins His “rather bless'd;”
“Whate'er He saith unto you, do,”
Embracing as its rule and rest.
Then through earth's ruins heaven shines bright:
The widest sphere, the dearest home,
Save that where Christ is Lord and Light,
Were but at last the spirit's tomb.
The widest sphere, the dearest home,
Save that where Christ is Lord and Light,
Were but at last the spirit's tomb.
Thus, laying down thy special bliss,
Thou winnest joy, all joy above,—
The endless joy of being His,
And sharing in His works of love.
Thou winnest joy, all joy above,—
The endless joy of being His,
And sharing in His works of love.
III. —THE MARRIAGE AT CANA.
The Hand that strews the earth with flowers
Enriched the marriage feast with wine;
The Hand once pierced for sins of ours
This morning made the dew-drops shine;
Enriched the marriage feast with wine;
The Hand once pierced for sins of ours
This morning made the dew-drops shine;
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Makes rain-clouds palaces of art,
Makes ice-drops beauteous as they freeze;
The Heart that bled to save,—that Heart
Sends countless gifts each day to please;
Makes ice-drops beauteous as they freeze;
The Heart that bled to save,—that Heart
Sends countless gifts each day to please;
Spares no minute refining touch
To paint the flower, to crown the feast;—
Deeming no sacrifice too much,
Has care and leisure for the least;
To paint the flower, to crown the feast;—
Deeming no sacrifice too much,
Has care and leisure for the least;
Gives freely of its very best,
Not barely what the need may be,
But for the joy of making blest.—
Teach us to love and give like Thee!
Not barely what the need may be,
But for the joy of making blest.—
Teach us to love and give like Thee!
Not narrowly men's claims to measure,
But question daily all our powers:
To whose cup can we add a pleasure?
Whose path can we make bright with flowers?
But question daily all our powers:
To whose cup can we add a pleasure?
Whose path can we make bright with flowers?
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