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== Harriet Batchelor's Anthology ==

The Voice of Prayer on Behalf of Missionaries in Heathen Lands
Father! Almighty friend above! We lift our eyes to Thee, And for the children of Thy love, With deep humility, We pray, and plead, that from yon heaven, Their lives to them a prey be given.

Yes, wheresoever they may be, Wherever they may go, Let Thine especial blessings free In large abundance flow, Rejoice their souls, and fill their hearts, With wisdom in the hidden parts.

To foreign climes from all that’s dear They in Thy strength have gone, The sigh they stifled, and the tear That to the eye was drawn, By self-denying love’s farewell, The inward struggle might not tell.

If they have toil’d and labour’d long For hearts both cold and dead, And still not joyful is their song, By souls to Jesus lead, Seem they with ill success to meet With heathen hearts of dark deceit,--

O let not discouraged be! O let them never cease To hope, and trust, and wait for Thee, Thou God of Truth and Peace; Nor hope, nor trust, nor wait in vain, Can they, dear Lord, on Thy great Name.

O Father! be Thou pleased to give Thy Servants for their hire Soul precious; and while here they live, Grant they may never tire; Until in heaven their full reward They shall obtain through Christ the Lord.

O let us be un Thee refresh’d, Some good news let us hear, From countries far than ours less blest, From all our brethren dear; Whose cheerful service ‘tis to win Strange children from the paths of sin.

O let us never them forget, O let us not decline From prayer that greater blessings yet Of Glorious power divine May be revealed on every hand, Save, save, for mighty is Thy hand.

O let the darkness pass away Right early as a cloud! That it no longer, Father, may Benighted souls enshroud. Let Light outspread her shining wings, Thee, we intreat, Thou King of kings.

By heathen let Thy voice be heard, O that they may receive The priceless treasures of Thy word, To Thee their Saviour cleave. And love no other name so well As Thine whose love no tongue can tell.

They speak, their voice we seem to hear, Who have themselves denied, Shall souls through any worthless fear For whom the Saviour died, He left to perish? God forbid! No may their lives in Christ be hid.

We glory in the cross of Christ, Yes, we the shame despise, Souls bought at such a costly price Must to perfection rise. O let us not be faithless found! Soon shall we hear the trumpet sound

Praise My God; my god; when I behold Thy wondrous works on high, The moon in brightness travelling on, Through all the boundless sky, The numerous stars by Thee all told, The radiant dazzling Sun, I marvel, and my soul exclaims, What great things Thou hast done:

How vast are Thy dominions, Lord, And Thine exalted throne Endures for ever, (as Thyself,) Whereon Thou reign’st alone. Thyself, Thy glorious throne, Thy word. For ever shall endure, As great Thy wisdom as Thy love, And all Thy word is pure.

How insignificant is man, If him we would compare With God the everlasting Lord, Whose reign is every where. Poor and dependent, Lord am I, And willing so to be, Since Thou art God a Being wise Who careth much for me.

Evening. Ever welcome peaceful evening, Thy attractions are not small, Joys serene around us hover As thy shadows o’er us fall.

Morn awakes us to its gladness, To its hopes and its new life. With ambitious aspirations, Morn and Noon is ever rife.

But the evening hour is peaceful When the cares of day are past And its all important duties Well performed from first to last.

Then it is we find it pleasant In the quiet evening hour To rejoice in all the various Privileges that are ours.

Then it is with happy freedom We indulge each fond pursuit, Social converse, or the charming Blissful notes of harp, or lute. Or perchance far more inviting, Is the silent moment fraught, With reflection, calm, and holy, Pare and unimpassioned thought.

Ever welcome peaceful evening. Grateful thus I am for thee. Worthy of my grateful feeling Art thou truly, verily.

For without thee, something wating There would be I’m very sure, Welcome therefore, welcome be, the Hallow’d evening, calm, and pure.

What I Love

I love a brow unclouded, Lighted by a smile, Expressive of right feeling, A heart unstain’d of guile.

A countenance o’ershadow’d , By frown where peeping out, I see the enemy of souls, I’ve nought to say about.

What to Choose. Beloved, choose that which is good, But that which is evil detest, Or it will, as the flame burneth wood, Consume every joy of your breast

Though an evil at present appears But a small insignificant thing, Unworthy to ‘waken your fears, Or give to your conscience a sting.

If you do not subdue it at once, Vanquish, o’ercome it outright, It will overcome you as a dunce, And rob you of happiness quite.

The Name which is Above every name Christ Jesus, O how precious! How glorious is Thy Name, How charming to believers In whom Thy graces reign.

Thy Name it is both lovely And beautiful and fair, It is the best of all names Which men or angels bear.

The Change. When call’d from nature’s darkness To taste redeeming love, My soul beat high with rapture Akin to those above. The foliage seemed fresher And greener than before, The dew drops alone more brilliantly, The sky appeared more pure; All things appear’d to shine, and wave, In silent but emphatic praise, Of God the great Creator.

Religion. O say not of Religion It is unreal and vain, It is not false nor fleeting But enduring as the name, Of Him by whom religion comes Of whom religion is, O love religion and that heart Of thine shall ever live.

Judge Not. Judge thy neighbour never But judgement leave to Him Whose eyes are open ever And whose sight is never dim.

My Soul’s Desire. O Thou whom my soul desireth, Precious Jesus Christ of God, Can I offer aught that’s worthy Of Thy pure and priceless love?

If my time should be devoted To Thyself, from morn till eve, All would if weigh’d in the balance Only me a debtor leave

A Thought for the Future. When gay young Spring appears again Our spirits to revive, And with the cheerful song of bird All nature is alive And when the Sun high in the sky Shines warm on all below When fragrance-laden winds go by And gentle breezes blow When flowers peep from their hiding place And all things are in bloom, When earth her fairest dress of green Rejoices to assume,

Where shall I be, and what my lot? Who knoweth, who can tell? God only, in Him I must hope That all will then be well, Anxious thought I must not take For future time to come, If time goes well with me no doubt It will go ill with some, A world of change, a world of strife This life I find to be, Reverses here we sometimes prove, Sometimes prosperity.

The Foe Sin is alas the greatest ill Known in this world of woe, To Man is always was (is still) The most accursed foe.

Destroying peace and happiness And planting in its stead Evils quite as numberless As hairs upon his head.

The miseries of sin to tell, A blight on old and young, ‘Tis quite beyond (we know full well) The power of human tongue.

Salvation is of the Lord. From sin to save me condescend, Right early rescue me, O God; before Thy throne I bend, Panting to be free!

But like a prisoner Captive bound, As helpless, Lord am I, Let Thy Salvation now be found, Save me, or I die.

The Love of God. For God so loved the world His only Son He gave, His well-beloved precious One. Souls to redeem and save.

O let me grateful be For such a priceless gift, O let me seek by Him to be In all things pure enrich’d!