XVIII.

God's justice is a bed where we
Our anxious hearts may lay,

And, weary with ourselves, may sleep

Our discontent away.

XIX.

For right is right, since God is God;

And right the day must win;

To doubt would be disloyalty,

To falter would be sin!

XL.

TRUE LOVE.

I.

O see how Jesus trusts Himself

Unto our childish love,

As though by His free ways with us Our earnestness to prove!

II.

God gives Himself as Mary's Babe
To sinners' trembling arms,
And veils His everlasting light
In childhood's feeble charms.

III.

His sacred Name a common word

On earth He loves to hear;

There is no majesty in Him

Which love may not come near.

IV.

His priests, they bear Him in their hands,

Helpless as babe can be ;

His love seems very foolishness

For its simplicity.

V.

The light of love is round His feet,

His paths are never dim;

And He comes nigh to us when we

Dare not come nigh to Him.

VI.

Let us be simple with Him then,
Not backward, stiff or cold,

As though our Bethlehem could be

What Sina was of old.

VII.

His love of us may teach us how

To love Him in return;

Love cannot help but grow more free The more its transports burn.

VIII.

The solemn face, the downcast eye, The words constrained and cold,These are the homage, poor at best,

Of those outside the fold.

IX.

They know not how our God can play The Babe's, the Brother's part;

They dream not of the ways He has

Of getting at the heart.

X.

Most winningly He lowers Himself,
Yet they dare not come near ;

They cannot know in their blind place
The love that casts out fear.

XI.

In lowest depths of littleness
God sinks to gain our love;

They put away the sign in fear,
And our free ways reprove.