A HYMN FOR THE AFFLICTED.

Wounded within me is my heart, I mourn and sit alone; And every voice that comes to me Breathes out a plaintive tone. Ah me! how can I longer live Where all is desolate? I wander like a lonely bird, Bereaved of its mate. O! would that I had died with thee, My dear, my early friend! Then deep affliction would not now My mourning bosom rend. But no! It was my Father’s choice! I bow to his decree! He loved my friend, and call’d him home, And O! he loveth me! The Angel of the covenant Is standing by my side; I pray thee, soother of my griefs! There ever to abide! And now he makes the storm a calm; The waves thereof are still; My peace doth like a river flow,— I love my Father’s will.