mortal strife.

We would see Jesus--for life's hand hath rested
With its dark touch on weary heart and brow;
And though our souls have many billows breasted
Others are rising in the distance now.

We would see Jesus--other lights are paling
Which for long years we have rejoiced to see;
The blessings of our pilgrimage are failing--
We would not mourn them, for we come to thee.

We would see Jesus--yet the spirit lingers
Round the dear object it has loved so long,
And earth from earth will scarce unclose its fingers,
Our love for thee makes not this love less strong.

We would see Jesus--the strong Rock-foundation
Whereon our feet are set by sovereign grace;
Not life or death, with all their agitation,
Can thence remove us if we seek his face.

We would see Jesus--sense is all too blinding,
And heaven appears too dim and far away;
We would see Jesus--to gain the sweet reminding
That thou hast promised our great debt to pay.

We would see Jesus--that is all we're needing,
Strength, joy, and willingness come with the sight;
We would see Jesus--dying, risen, pleading--
Then welcome day, and farewell mortal night!

--Anna B. Warner.

A SONG OF LOVE

To thee, O dear, dear Saviour!
My spirit turns for rest;
My peace is in thy favor,
My pillow on thy breast;
Though all the world deceive me,
I know that I am thine,
And thou wilt never leave me,
O blessed Saviour mine!

In thee my trust abideth,
On thee my hope relies,
O thou whose love provideth
For all beneath the skies!
O thou whose mercy found me,
From bondage set me free,
And then forever bound me
With threefold cords to thee!

My grief is in the dullness
With which this sluggish heart
Doth open to the fullness
Of all thou wouldst impart;
My joy is in thy beauty
Of holiness divine,
My comfort in the duty
That binds my life to thine.

Alas! that I should ever
Have fail'd in love to thee,
The only One who never
Forgot or slighted me.
O for a heart to love thee
More truly as I ought,
And nothing place above thee
In deed, or word, or thought.

O for that choicest blessing
Of living in thy love,
And thus on earth possessing
The peace of heave