"Tarry ye here, and watch with me."

Christian Friend, vol. 13, 1886, p. 224.

WONDROUS the love of Him who spake these words,

Wondrous the grace to stoop so low, to ask

Of men to tarry and to watch with Him

One hour! With Him, whose goings forth of old

From everlasting were; whose word did form,

Whose power upholds, creation's utmost bound.

Yes, He did stoop to crave their tarrying,

E'en for one hour, to watch with Him; and yet

He asked in vain. Alone He prayed; alone

He watched. For comforters He looked, and none

Did find. Wondrous the love of Christ! Matchless

The grace! Perfect the sympathy that flows

To lonely ones! Tell out thy grief to Him

He felt the same. No human breast had He

To lean upon, no voice to soothe or speak

Of comfort to His wounded heart. Not one

To watch with Him in that drear, darksome hour.

He knows it all. It was for thee, for thee,

Thou purchased one, He passed through all, and now

With open arms can welcome thee to come

And pour out every grief, the keenest pang,

Or that too small for any ear save His.

Yes, pour out all; He can uphold, sustain,

Can comfort thee, can whisper peace, His peace,

E'en in the wildest storm. Nay, more, can make

All things to work thy good, and yield to Him eternal praise! M. G.