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The free salvation of thy Son-
Father of love! this gift is thine;
SOU ask me how the Christian stands
Unharmed by sin and shame:
And how alone 'mid faithless hands
Endures each angry storm
Uprears its leafy form?
High as beneath the eye of heaven
Its lofty branches rise,
Its root extended lies.
Through higher paths ascending,
E saw thee not when thou did'st tread,
O Saviour, this our sinful earth,
Nor heard thy voice restore the dead,
Who stood thy bitter cross around,
Nor felt that earthquake rock the ground:
No angel's message met our ear
On that first glorious Easter-day: “The Lord is risen, he is not here;
Come see the place where Jesus lay!”. But we believe that thou did'st quell
The banded powers uf death and hell. 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,
Of doubt to chill our aspirations high;
Resting alone on Him who came to die. But “he is risen." His presence may we trace In this his Church on earth, the Spirit's dwelling-place. 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.
Green with years, and blossom through the flight
Of ages; let the mimic canvas show His calm benevolent features; let the light Stream on his deeds of love, that shunned the sight Of all but heaven, and, in the book of fame, 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.
39E left his Christian friends and native strand,
By pity for benighted men constrained;
His heart was fraught with charity unfeigned ; His life was strict, his manners meek and bland; Long dwelt he lonely in a heathen land,
In want and weariness—yet ne'er complained !
JOHN THE BAPTIST, DECLARING HIS
OT clothed in purple or fine linen-stood
The Wilderness Apostle! He was found
O’ercanopied by wild rocks fringed with wood, Where nature's sternest scenery darkly frowned; There stood the Seer, his loins begirt around, 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.
OH, blessed beyond all daughters af the earth! 0
What were the Orient's throne to that low seat
Where thy hushed spirit drew celestial birth,
No feverish cares to that divine retreat
But a fresh childhood, heavenly truth to meet
With love, and wonder, and submissive thought.
Midst the world's eager tones and footsteps flying,
Thou, whose calm soul was like a well-spring, lying
IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL.
VEHALL we be left forgotten in the dust,
When Fate, relenting, lets the flower revive ?
Shall Nature's voice, to Man alone unjust,
And man's majestic beauty bloom again,
IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL.
(HIS spirit shall return to Him
That gave its heavenly spark;
Yet think not, sun, it shall be dim