LYRICS FROM THE GERMAN. I.

A SHELTER,—spent and tempest-driven Mid winter's strife,—

I sought, and found the boon of Heaven, Eternal life.

'Oh Word, how is thy truth confessed !

Who seeketh part, shall find the whole; I asked but for the wanderer's rest, And found the traveller's goal.

I asked some kindly door to ope for My weary head ;

The heart IA Love I dared not hope for. Stood wide instead.

• Oh Word, how is' thy truth confessed !

Who sues for little, all has won ; I, that would be thy winter-guest, Was thy beloved son.

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Hear us, great God of Might, Hear us, great God of Right, Lord of all War,—in Heaven !

Father, we pray and praise ; Father, we kneel and raise 'Thanks for Thy freedom given.

Mutter all Hell and moan, God, Thy strong arm alone Lies with a blow strikes down : Lord of Sabaotb, lead !

One Lord in three indeed; Lead to the victor's crown.

Lead us! fall all we have Deep in the darkling grave, Praise to Thee—praise even then :

Empery—glory—power-

Through Thine own judgment-hour: Almighty Chief—Amen ! I love thee for that love thee, dear, I must ; I love thee, for 'twas so my lot befell ; I love thee by some Heavenly arrow-thrust; I love thee by the working of a spell.

Thee love I as the rose, sweet, loves the briar; Thee love I as the Sun his light on high ; Thee love I, life-breath of my life's desire ; Thee love I, whom to love not is to die.