In the plan divine

All for good combine, Contrarious seasons one kind will obey: It was a summer bright

When creation's light

First dawned on chaos and made Eden gay; "It was the winter wild,

When the heaven-born Child, All meanly wrapped, in the rude manger lay."

CXIII.

COME, said Jesus' sacred voice,
Come, and make my paths your choice:

I will guide you to your home;

Weary pilgrim, hither come!

Thou who houseless, sole, forlorn,
Long hast borne the proud world's scorn,

Long hast roamed the barren waste,
Weary pilgrim, hither haste!

Sinner, come! for here is found

Balm that flows for every wound;

Peace that ever shall endure;

Rest eternal, sacred, sure.

MARK the soft-falling snow,
And the diffusive rain;

To heaven from whence they fall
They turn not back again,

But water earth through every pore,
And call forth all her secret store.

Arrayed in beauteous green
The hills and valleys shine,
And man and beast are fed
By providence divine;

The harvest bows its golden ears,
The copious seed of future years.

So, saith the God of grace,

Shall truth from heaven descend,
Almighty to effect

The purpose I intend;

Millions of souls shall feel its power, And bear it down to millions more.

O HALLOWED memories of the past,
Ye legends old and fair,
Still be your light upon us cast,
Your music on the air.

In vain shall man deny,

Or bid your mission cease,
While stars yet prophesy

Of love, and hope, and peace.

For hearts the beautiful that feel,
Whose pulse of love beats strong,
The opening heavens new light reveal,
Glory to God, their song.

While bursts confession forth,
That, since the world began,

No miracle on earth

E'er match'd the heart of man.

And while from out our dying dust
Light more than life doth stream,
We bless the faith that bids us trust
The heaven that we dream..

In death there is no fear,

There's radiance through the gloom, While love and hope are here,

The angels of the tomb.

Then, hallowed memories of the past,
Or legends old and fair,
Still be your light upon us cast,
Your music on the air.

In vain shall man deny,

Or bid your mission cease;

The stars yet prophesy

Of love, and hope, and peace.

CXVI.

LIGHT, light in darkness; the daylight dawns, raising the soul to the hope of glory. Truth comes to mortals, brighter than sunshine. Man is advancing, led by the Most High, to endless ages of joy, and blessing infinite.

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ONCE in the busy streets

Did Wisdom cry aloud; And then she perished, mid the scoffs Of the misguided crowd.

Once in the quiet grove

Did Wisdom's accents charm; And then she perish'd by the blows Of Conquest's iron arm.

In Palestine and Greece,

Thus Wisdom's voice was hushed; Yet Echo oft the sound renewed, Though Wisdom's sons were crushed.

But ever, in the skies,

In earth, and sea, and air,

Does Wisdom teach the human heart, And none can crush her there.

Systems and teachers change,
They flourish and decay;

But ne'er from Nature's truth and love

Shall Wisdom pass away.