Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1865-06-23
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Our oros And ttiAIb 20 bSt pesss

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Our oross And tfiAlb 10 bot psess
| Tho heavier for oHr bitssssso.
| Only your restless heart keep stilf,
And wait In cheerful hops, content
To tskc khate'cr bis gracious will;
His aIl.disossning love HATH sett:
Nor doubt ous inmese wants ere knewn
To Him who chooses ~ fos His sws.
! No kaows wheh jssfui hbars ars best,
He ssads thsM Il He ssss II nsssi l
| when thou hast horde its aAey ,tssts .,I.-..
| Aud now ast ffeSd lfvM Iii dsss:ty
He comes to Thee On Unaware,
| And makes thee own hi loving dArs."
Here the singer stopped, for bis voice
trembled; and the tears ran down lis
cheeks. The little audience stood kxed
in silent sympathy; but At last Mattress
Johannsen could contain herself no
longer. e"fe .3di cl ll5 j
"Deaf, dear, SIR" she begaa; drying
her eyes with her apron, for there WAS
not dry cheek ID TIE crowd, chat ID al
like as If l sat in chufth, forgot oil my
care, and Thought Of God in heaven and
Christ upon the cross. How has It all
come about7 You were 20 downeast
this morning, and now you make my
heart leap with JOY: Has God besn help.
| "Yes. that he has, my dear grscioss
God and Father? All my need is over.
Only thihk: 1 am secretary, 10 tho
Swedish Ambassador here ia Hamburg.
have hundred crowns a-year; and to
con. plete my happiness he gave me Eve.
and-twenty crowns in hand, 20 that have
redeemed my poor violin. Is not the
Lord our God d wonderful and gracious
God7 Yes, yes. my good people, be ssrs
of this,-
who Trusts in God's unehsagine iovs.
| Etlds on the rock that NaugAt cal novs."
"And this beautiful hymn, where did
you find it sir, If I nay make. 70 bold I
For know all the hJmd.book BY heart,
but not this. Did you mako it yours
self ?'' r7"i : &C. t.rs[ -s Y 't
Ut Well, yes, am tho instrument
the harp; but God swept the strings.
All knew was this, "Who trusts In Gods
uuchangiug love; these words lay like .
soft burden on my heart. went over
them again and again; and 20 they shap-
cd themselves, into this song. how, I
tannot tell: began to sing and to
pray for joy, and rSy soul blessed the
Lord, and word followed word like water
from fountain. Stop; be cried, "listeu
once more -
/ Nor in tho heat Of pain and strifs.
| Think God hath cast tho o& unheard;
/ Not that tho raan whose prosperous life
/ Thou enviest, is Of him pfeferPedj
Time passes and much ehangs doth bring,
And sets . bound 10 everything.
All arc alike before his face:
| IT'S easy to otr God Most High
To mako the rich rftau poor Gnd base,
To give the poor man wealth and Joy.
True wonders still Of Him are wrought,
Who sctteth up and brings to naughs.
Sing, pray, and s&ervs not from His way,
But do thiiS own part faithfully;
Tftst Ills rich premises Of grace,
So shall it be fulfilled in thee;
God never yet forsook At need
Tho soul that trusted him indeed"
When he ceased for the second time,
he was so much moved that be put away
the vieloncello in the corner, and the
little audience quietly dispersed.
Such is the story of one of tbs most
beautiful Of all German hymns, one Of
those which has preached the truest SER
mon to troubled and frettcd and despair
ing hearts After two years, Baron Won
Rosenkranz procured his secretary the
post Of Librarian Of tho Archives At
Weimar. and there he peacefully died in
his sixty.Arst year. He wrote much,
verses, indeed almost innumcrable, possi.
bly, to be read at Weimar still by such
Dryasdusts as care to look. But the
legacy he left to the Church was the
hy Inn that the simple.hearted man play
ed when God gave him baak bis beloved.
|"Viola di GAMBIA"