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The free salvation of thy Son-
Father of love! this gift is thine;
YOU ask me how the Christian stands
And how alone 'mid faithless hands
Maintain a virtuous name?
Then tell me how yon towering oak
And still uninjured from the stroke
Uprears its leafy form?
High as beneath the eye of heaven
Its lofty branches rise,
So far, by earthly power unriven,
Its root extended lies.
Thus while the Christian's course is traced
Through higher paths ascending,
The more his spirit sinks abased,
Before his Saviour bending.
E saw thee not when thou did'st tread,
Nor heard thy voice restore the dead,
We were not with the faithful few
Who stood thy bitter cross around,
No angel's message met our ear
On that first glorious Easter-day:
We saw thee not return on high;
And now, our longing sight to bless,
Shines down upon our wilderness;
REV. E. BICKERSTETH.
"And touched the border of his garment."-LUKE Viii. 44.
AITH, trusting faith, entire and pure and true,
Urged thee to nearer draw, thou blessed one, And touch his garment hem, and healing drew From love divine, that shone that deed upon;
All, all was known; and now thy sorrows cease,
And we, like her, have faith, without a cloud
In rite, in ordinance, in praise, in prayer,
Unto "his garment's border" we draw near;
In each appointed way we yet may share
The peace, the promise, to the heart how dear!
His love is ever there to soothe our woe,
And in this blessed fold our souls true peace shall know.
THE MEMORY OF THE JUST.
EACE to the just man's memory—let it grow
His calm benevolent features; let the light
The glorious record of his virtues write,
And hold it up to man, and bid him claim
A palm like his, and catch from him the hallowed flame.
THE GOOD MISSIONARY.
E left his Christian friends and native strand,
His heart was fraught with charity unfeigned;
In want and weariness-yet ne'er complained!
JOHN THE BAPTIST, DECLARING HIS
OT clothed in purple or fine linen-stood
Where nature's sternest scenery darkly frowned;
With out-stretched hand, bare brow, and vocal eye,
His voice, with sad solemnity of sound,
More thrilling than the eagle's startling cry,
"Repent! repent!" exclaimed, "Christ's kingdom draweth
MARY AT THE FEET OF CHRIST.
H, blessed beyond all daughters af the earth!
With love, and wonder, and submissive thought.
Midst the world's eager tones and footsteps flying,
That e'en when noontide burns upon the hills,
Some one bright solemn star all its lone mirror fills.
IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL.
HALL we be left forgotten in the dust,
With disappointment, penury, and pain?
No; Heaven's immortal springs shall yet arrive;
And man's majestic beauty bloom again,
Bright through the eternal year of Love's triumphant reign.
IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL.
(HIS spirit shall return to Him
That gave its heavenly spark;
Yet think not, sun, it shall be dim
When thou thyself art dark!
No! it shall live again, and shine
In bliss unknown to beams of thine