God's Blessings.

"For thou, Lord, wilt bless the righteous; with favour wilt thou compass him as with a shield."     Like the dew-drops that fall         Through the chill, midnight hours,     Unheeded by all,         On the close-folded flowers, -     E'en so, on thy chosen,         Grief stricken that bend,     Thy tenderest blessings         In silence descend.     Like the showers that moisten         The tree's shrivelled root,     And quicken its branches         To flower and fruit,     E'en thus, on thy people         Descend from above,     In richest abundance         The showers of thy love     Like the glad light that never         Our sad Earth forsakes,     But, as day fadeth, ever         In the star beam awakes,     So certain and constant,         So rich and unspent,     Thy blessings unstinted         From Heaven are sent.     Like the waters that fail not         Their course to fulfil,     Like the wind's tireless pinions         That never are still,     Like the day in its rising,         The night in its fall,     Thus constant thy blessing,         Great Father of all!