When the cold east wind sweepeth past, Thy hand shall stay the withering blast; Oh! teach us while we sojourn here, To lean upon Thy faithful breast, And find in Thee a perfect rest. COMPASSION. "For He knoweth our frame, he remembereth that we are dust."-Psalm ciii. 14. OUR Father knows these mortal frames, for He, Eternal Architect, the fabric wrought. Ere from the dust He formed man to be A living soul, He knew his every thought. He marks the heaving sigh, the quiv'ring tear That trembles in the sad and anxious eye; He knows the yearning hope, the with'ring fear That sears the heart with blighting agony; He hears His suffering children when they cry, His peaceful Spirit, as a radiant dove, Folds His bright wings, and soothes their misery. Jesus, my Saviour-God, to Thee I cling, I know Thy love, Thy boundless sympathy; Swift as the home-bound bird, my soul shall spring From earth below, and wing her way to Thee. ELIJAH. "And he came thither unto a cave, and lodged there; and behold, the word of the Lord came to him, and He said unto him, What doest thou here, Elijah? "And he said, I have been very jealous for the Lord God of Hosts; for the children of Israel have forsaken Thy covenant, thrown down Thine altars, and slain Thy prophets with the sword; and I, even I only, am left; and they seek my life to take it away. "And He said, Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the Lord. And behold, the Lord passed by; and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind; and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake: "And after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire; and after the fire a still small voice. "And it was so, when Elijah heard it, that he wrapped his face in his mantle, and went out; and stood in the entering in of the cave. And behold, there came a voice unto him, and said, What doest thou here, Elijah? "And he said, I have been very jealous for the Lord God of Hosts; because the children of Israel have forsaken Thy covenant, thrown down Thine altars, and slain Thy prophets with the sword; and I, even I only, am left; and they seek my life to take it away. "And the Lord said unto him, Go, return on thy way to the wilderness of Damascus. * * * "Yet I have left me seven thousand in Israel, all the knees which have not bowed unto Baal, and every mouth which hath not kissed him." 1 Kings, xix. 9—15; 18. THE slaughter is over by Kishon's dark stream, And the stern scene has passed as a terrible dream. But the banks are all gory, and purple the tide, For the blood of the victims its water has dyed; And there lie the bodies unsheltered and bare, For the beasts of the forest, and fowls of the air, Who hover around them, and search for their prey, With no hand to molest them, or scare them away. The prayer has been heard, breathed on Carmel's high mount, By Elijah the Tishbite, and lo! the deep fount Of Heaven is opened, and thick falls the shower, Restoring the verdure of foliage and flower; But alas! for man's frailty, the prophet has fled From the face of a woman, in cowardly dread. And afar in the desert his steps have been roaming, In the brightness of day, and by twilight's dim gloaming; He stood by a cave on the mount of the Lord, And awaited in slience the breath of His word. |