I would not have the restless will Wherever in the world I am, I have a fellowship with hearts And a work of lowly love to do, From the Lord on whom I wait. And if some things I do not ask I would have my spirit filled the more There are briars besetting every path, There is a cross in every lot, And an earnest need for prayer; But a lowly heart that leans on Thee, Is happy anywhere. In a service which Thy will appoints, For my inmost heart is taught the truth Is a life of liberty. A. L. Waring XIII 66 THE FORCE OF PRAYER WHAT is good for a bootless bene?" "W With these dark words begins my tale; And their meaning is, whence can comfort spring When prayer is of no avail? "What is good for a bootless bene?" And she made answer, "Endless sorrow!" She knew it by the falconer's words, Young Romilly through Barden Woods And holds a greyhound in a leash The pair have reached that fearful chasm, With rocks on either side. This striding-place is called the Strid, A thousand years hath it borne that name, And hither is young Romilly come, And what may now forbid, That he, perhaps for the hundredth time, That the river was strong and the rocks were steep? But the greyhound in the leash hung back, And checked him in his leap. The boy is in the arms of Wharf, And strangled by a merciless force; For never more was young Romilly seen Till he rose a lifeless corse. Now there is stillness in the vale, Long, long in darkness did she sit, And her first words were, "Let there be, In Bolton, on the field of Wharf, A stately Priory." The stately Priory was reared, And Wharf, as he rolled along, To matins joined a mournful voice, Nor failed at even-song. And the Lady prayed in heaviness O there is never sorrow of heart, That shall lack a timely end, If but to God we turn, and ask Of Him to be our friend. W. Wordsworth XIV THE CHRISTIAN'S PRAYER J' ESUS, my strength, my hope, With humble confidence look up, I want a sober mind, That tramples down and casts behind To hardships, grief, and loss; The consecrated cross. I want a godly fear, A quick discerning eye, That looks to Thee when sin is near, That sees the tempter fly; A spirit still prepared, And armed with jealous care, For ever standing on its guard, I want a heart to pray, I want a true regard, Unmoved by threatening, or reward, I rest upon Thy word; My succor and salvation, Lord, Nor from Thy hope remove, Into Thy perfect love! Charles Wesley |