Johns.

Purity.

1 O! know ye not that ye
The temple are of God?
Revere the earth-built shrine, where He
Should find a meet abode!

2 Immortal man, keep pure
Thyself, that mystic shrine;
Let hate of all that's dark endure,
And love of all divine.

3 Let saintly thoughts be shown
In act by saintly things;
Like glories through the temple thrown,
From cherub's curtained wings.

4 Let life, a holy stream,
Its fountain holy show;
Reflecting, with a softened gleam,
Heaven's purity below.

281. S. M. Keble.

The Pure in Heart.

1 Blest are the pure in heart,
For they shall see our God;
The secret of the Lord is theirs;
Their soul is His abode.

2 Still to the lowly soul
God doth Himself impart,
And for His temple and His throne
Doth choose the pure in heart.

282. 10s. M. Anonymous.

"If He Giveth Quiet, Who Can Make Trouble?"

1 Quiet from God! how beautiful to keep
This treasure, the All-merciful hath given;
To feel, when we awake and when we sleep,
Its incense round us, like a breath from heaven!

2 To sojourn in the world, and yet apart;
To dwell with God, and still with man to feel;
To bear about forever in the heart
The gladness which His spirit doth reveal!

3 Who shall make trouble, then? Not evil minds
Which like a shadow o'er creation lower;
The soul which peace hath thus attuned finds
How strong within doth reign the Calmer's power.

4 What shall make trouble? Not the holy thought
Of the departed; that will be a part
Of those undying things His peace hath wrought
Into a world of beauty in the heart.

5 What shall make trouble? Not slow-wasting pain,
Nor even the threatening, certain stroke of death;
These do but wear away, then break, the chain
Which bound the spirit down to things beneath.

283. L. M. Jane Roscoe.

Judge Not.

1 O, who shall say he knows the folds
Which veil another's inmost heart,--
The hopes, thoughts, wishes, which it holds,
In which he never bore a part?
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