Then 'tis thine to stand entreating At the door of Heaven beating, Nay, alas, thou foolish virgin, Jesus waited long to know thee, But-He knows thee not! A. C. COXE. JESUS OF NAZARETH PASSETH BY. ATCHER, who watch'st by the bed of pain, While the stars sweep on in their midnight train; Stifling the tear for thy loved one's sake ; Stranger, afar from thy native land, Sad one, in secret, bending low, A dart in thy breast, that the world may not know. Striving the favour of God to win,— Mourner, who sits in the church-yard lone, Look up, Fading one, with the hectic streak, With thy vein of fire, and thy burning cheek, He hath trod it Himself, He will hear thy sigh, "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by." MRS. L. H. SIGOURNEY. THE PITYING CHRIST. MY Saviour! art Thou there? From within this wasted heart, Cries of shame and deep woe start: Empty chambers, empty halls, Everywhere some lone voice calls: There dwelt pleasure: there came sin: Wailing sounds now roam within. Saviour! Oh! if Thou art there, Be my heart of all else bare! O my Saviour art Thou there? Lord! if Thou, indeed, be there, ROBERT LOWell. STILL AS OUR DAY. "As thy day so shall thy strength be." TILL as our day our strength shall be, While still, good Lord, we trust in While on Thy promise we depend, Who can be touched with mortal care, Oh Lamb of God, the world on Thee, And in the cross that weighed Thee down, |