THE WIDER HOPE

"LIFE'S MYSTERY-deep, restless, as the ocean

Hath surged and wailed for ages to and fro; Earth's generations watch i s ceaseless motion As in and out its hollow moanings flow. Shivering and yearning by that unknown sea, Let my soul calm itself, O Christ, in Thee!

Life's sorrows, with inexorable power,

Sweep desolation o'er this mortal plain;
And human loves and hopes fly as the chaff
Borne by the whirlwind from the ripened grain.
Ah! when before that blast my hopes all flee,
Let my soul calm itself, O Christ, in Thee!

Between the mysteries of death and life

Thou standest, loving, guiding, not explaining;

We ask, and Thou art silent; yet we gaze,

And our charmed hearts forget their drear complaining.

No crushing fate, no stony destiny,

O Lamb that hast been slain, we find in Thee!

The many waves of thought, the mighty tides,
The ground-swell that rolls up from other lands,
From far-off worlds, from dim, eternal shores,

Whose echo dashes on life's wave-worn stands,-
This vague, dark tumult of the inner sea

Grows calm, grows bright, O risen Lord, in Thee.

Thy pierced hand guides the mysterious wheels;

Thy thorn-crowned brow now wears the crown of power; And, when the dread enigma presseth sore,

Thy patient voice saith, 'Watch with Me one hour.'

As sinks the moaning river in the sea

In silver peace, so sinks my soul in Thee!"

HARRIET BEECHER STOWE.

ARCHDEACON FARRAR; THE VERY REV. E. H. PLUMPTRE, D.D.;
THE LATE PRINCIPAL TULLOCH; REV. WILLIAM ARTHUR;
REV. HENRY ALLON, D.D.; REV. JAMES H. RIGG, D.D.;
THE LATE REV. J. BALDWIN BROWN,