"Himself hath done it.'-Then I fain would say, Thy will in all things evermore be done;' E'en though that will remove whom best I love: While Jesus lives I cannot be alone. "Himself hath done it.'-Precious, precious words; Himself,' my Father, Saviour, Brother, Friend; Whose faithfulness no variation knows; Who, having loved me, loves me to the end. "And when, in his eternal presence blest, I at his feet my crown immortal cast, I'll gladly own, with all his ransomed saints, 'Himself hath done it'-all, from first to last." * AND SO HE BRINGETH THEM TO THE HAVEN WHERE THEY WOULD BE.” "YES, billow after billow-see they come 'Poor mariner! art not thou sadly weary?' 'Grows not thine eye confused and dim with sight beat Thy frail boat backward from the longed-for harbour?' Oh, brother, though innumerable waves No billows after! They are numbered, brother. 'Oh, gentle mariner, steer on, steer on; My tears still flow for thee, but they are tears "THE BORDER LAND." "I HAVE been to a land, a Border Land, Where there was but a strange, dim light; Where shadows and dreams, in a spectral band, Seem'd real to the aching sight. I scarce bethought me how there I came, Its morning and night were marked by the flight "But I saw from this land, this Border Land, With its mountain ridges hoar, That they look'd across to a wondrous strand,- Then I turn'd me to Him, 'the Crucified,' Who had ransom'd with blood my sinful soul, "Yet nay: for a while in the Border Land And gather rich fruits with a trembling hand, To teach me that earnest trust in Him "And so from the land, the Border Land, I have turn'd me to earth once more; And oh! should they ever possess me again I must think how empty they seem'd, and vain, "The Border Land had depths and vales, Where sorrow for sin was known; Where small seem'd great, as weighed in scales, 'Twas a land where earthly pride was naught, "But little I heard in the Border Land, The once loud voices of human life I was deaf to the clang of its trumpet call, Its riches were dust, and the loss of all Would then scarce have cost a tear, "I met with a Friend in this Border Land, Whose teachings can come with power On high and glorious things. "Oh! Holy Ghost! too often grieved I would not but have pass'd those 'depths,' As can be held in the Border Land "I have been to a land, a Border Land! May oblivion never roll O'er the mighty lessons which there and then I have trodden a path I did not know, I can trust Him for all the future, now |