ing
In holy quiet be.

2 The storms of grief, the tears of woe,
Soothed by Thy love, shall cease;
And all the trembling spirit breathe
A deep, unbroken peace.

3 The power of prayer shall o'er me shed
A deep, celestial calm;
More soft than evening's twilight dews,
My soul shall feel its balm.

4 For there Thy still, small voice shall speak
Thy great, Thy boundless love;
And tears and smiles, and grief and joy,
Shall lift my soul above.

339. S. M. Anonymous.

The Meaning of Sorrow.

1 We love this outward world,
Its fair sky overhead,--
Its morning's soft, gray mist unfurled,
Its sunsets rich and red.

2 But there's a world within
That higher glory hath;
A life the immortal soul must win,--
The life of joy and faith.

3 For this the Father's love
Doth shade the world of sense,
The bounding play of health remove,
And dim the sparkling glance;

4 That, though the earth grows dull
And earthly pleasures few,
The spirit gain its wisdom full
To suffer and to do.

5 Holy its world within,
Unknown to sound or sight,--
The world of victory o'er sin,
Of faith, and love, and light.

340. 11 & 10s. M. Anonymous.

The Mourner.

1 Weep thou, O mourner! but in lamentation
Let thy Redeemer still remembered be;
Strong is His arm, the God of thy salvation,
Strong is His love to cheer and comfort thee.

2 Cold though the world be, in the way before thee
Wail not in sadness o'er the darkling tomb;
God in His love still watcheth kindly o'er thee,
Light shineth still above the clouds of gloom.

3 Dimmed though thine eyes be with the tears of sorrow
Night only known beneath the sky of time,
Faith can behold the dawning of a morrow
Glowing in smiles of life and joy sublime.

4 Change, then, O mourner, grief to exultation;
Firm and confiding should thy spirit be;
Strong is His arm, the God of thy salvation,
Strong is His love to cheer and comfort thee.

341. P. M. Mrs. Hemans.

For Strength.

1 Father! who in the olive shade,