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FIGURE OF MERCY WITH THE BIBLE.
YHIS Book, this holy Book, on every line
Marked with the seal of high divinity;
On every leaf bedewed with drops of love Divine, and with the eternal heraldry And signature of God Almighty stamped, From first to last;—this ray of sacred light, This lamp, from off the everlasting throne, Mercy took down, and in the night of Time, Stood, casting on the dark her gracious bow.
ITHIN this awful volume lies
The mystery of mysteries:
Happiest they of human race,
CURHAT is the world !-A wildering maze,
Where Sin has tracked ten thousand ways,
Her victims to insnare;
All ending in despair.
Down to eternal night.
One only path, that never bends,
From darkness into light.
Is there a Guide to show that path?
The Bible, need not stray :
JOST wondrous Book! bright candle of the Lord !
Star of eternity! the only star,
By which the bark of man could navigate The sea of life, and gain the coast of bliss Securely: only star, which rose on Time, And, on its dark and troubled billows, still, As generation, drifting swiftly by, Succeeded generation, threw a ray Of heaven's own light, and to the hills of God, The eternal hills, pointed the sinner's eye. By prophets, seers, and priests, and sacred bards, Evangelists, apostles, men inspired, And by the Holy Ghost anointed, set Apart and consecrated to declare To earth the counsels of the Eternal One, This Book, this Holiest, this sublimest Book, Was sent. Heaven's will, Heaven's code of laws entire To man, this Book contained; defined the bounds Of vice and virtue, and of life and death; And what was shadow, what was substance, taught. Much it revealed important all; the least Worth more than whai else seemed of highest worth; But this of plainest, most essential truth
That God is one, eternal, holy, just,
" Saying, Where is he that is born King of the Jews? for we have seen
his star in the east, and are come to worship him.”—Matt. II. 2.
STAR appeared, and peaceful threw
Around its holy ray;
It caught the faithful Magi's view,
Each heart throughout the gazing throng
What anxious gladness fills,
O'er Judah's sacred hills,
There—unknown to rich and great,
The Prince of Peace, so young, so fair,
In lowly state was sleeping;
His mother watch was keeping.
Their joy was full—their gifts were given.
RIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning !
Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine ait;
Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid!
Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining,
Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall; Angels adore Him in slumber reclining,
Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all !
Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion.
Odours of Edom, and offerings divine
Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine?
Vainly we offer each ample oblation;
Vainly with gifts would his favour secure; Richer by far is the heart's adoration;
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.
Brightest and best of the sons of the morning!
Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid ;
LUKE II. 8-14.
POORNE on the sober wings of night,
A song is heard on high ;
'Tis music of the sky,
What blessed things are in that strain !
'Tis full of joy and love :
With comfort from above;
Ye tell us of a Saviour born:
It is no common birth;
Upon this fallen earth,