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To make thy bed shall condescend,

And from the affliction take the curse. 5 Should'st thou a moment's absence mourn;

Should some short darkness intervene;
He'll give thee power, till light return,
To trust him, with the cloud between.

C. M.
“But it is good for me to draw near to God"
As when a child, secure of harms,

Hangs at the mother's breast, Safe folded in her anxious arms,

Receiving food and rest: 2 And, while through many a painful path

The trav’lling parent speeds,
The fearless babe, wlth passive faith,

Lies still, and yet proceeds.
3 Should some short start his quiet break,

He fondly strives to fling His little arms about her neck,

And seems to closer cling.
4 Poor child, maternal love alone

Preserves thee first and last;
Thy parent's arms, and not thy own,

Are those that hold thee fast.
5 So souls that would to Jesus cleave,

And hear his secret call,
Must every fair pretension leave, .

And let the Lord be all. 6 “Keep close to me, thou helpless sheep;" The Shepherd softly cries.

“Lord, tell me what 'tis close to keep," :

The listening sheep replies. 7 “Thy whole dependance on me fix; . • Nor entertain a thought Thy worthless schemes with mine to mix,

But venture to be nought. 8 “Fond self-direction is a shelf;

Thy strength, thy wisdom flee:
When thou art nothing in thyself,

Thou then art close to me."

C. M. " Who hath despised the day of small things ?" The Lord that made both heaven and earth,

And was himself made man,
Lay in the womb, before his birth,

Contracted to a span.
2 Behold, from what beginnings small

Our great salvation rose!
The strength of God is own'd by all;

But who his weakness knows?
3 Let not the strong the weak despise,

Their faith, though small, is true;
Though low they seem in other's eyes,

Their Saviour seem'd so too.
4 Nor meanly of the tempted think;

For, O what tongue can tell
How low the Lord of life must sink,

Before he vanquish'd hell!
5 As in the days of flesh he grew

In wisdom, stature, grace,


L. M.

Christ in the Garden,

COME hither, ye that fain would know
The exceeding sinfulness of sin;
Come see a scene of matchless woe,

And tell me what it all can mean. 2 Behold the darling Son of God

Bow'd down with horror to the ground,
Wrung at the heart, and sweating blood,

in tears of sorrow drown'd! 3 See how the victim panting lies,

His soul with bitter anguish press'd!
He sighs, he faints, he groans, he cries,

Dismay'd, dejected, shock'd, distress'd! 4 What pangs are these that tear his heart?

What burden's this that's on him laid?
What means this


of smart? What makes our Maker hang his head? 5 'Tis Justice, with its iron rod,

Inflicting strokes of wrath divine;
'Tis the vindictive hand of God,

Incensed at all your sins and mine. 6 Deep in his breast our names were cut;

He undertook our desperate debt:
Such loads of guilt were on him put,

He could but just sustain the weight. 7 Then let us not ourselves deceive;

For, while of sin we lightly deem,
Whatever notions we may have,
Indeed we are not much like him.



WHEN faith to Sinai looks,

It fills the heart with dread;
And justifies the dreadful stroke,

That strikes the sinner dead. 2 And when by faith we trace

Christ is the only way,
From endless wrath to endless bliss,

We for the blessing pray.
3 But when faith views the Lamb,

As my atoning Priest,
It magnifies his precious name,

And sets the heart at rest. 4 How precious is the faith,

That God to Zion gives;
It triumphs over sin and death,
And in Jehovah lives.

C. N. For a Believer in great Darkness and Distress. Why so cast down, dejected soul?

A loving Christ is near; Thy broken bones he can make whole,

And drooping spirit cheer. 2 If guilty stings thy conscience feel,

And pierce thee through and through, Yet past backslidings Christ can heal,'}

And love thee freely too. 3 If justice draw its flaming sword,

And seems intent to kill;

On Jesus call, and trust his word,

And thou shalt praise him still. 4 Thy soul with tempests may be toss'd,

And Satan sorely thrust;
Yet sure no soul shall e'er be lost,

Who makes the Lord his trust.
5 Dear Jesus, show thy smiling face,

And Calvary's peace impart, Display the power of saving grace, ,

And cheer a troubled heart.
6 Refresh his eye with sweeter light,

And whisper in his ear,
Thy soul is precious in my sight,
No need thou hast to fear.”

The Day of Pentecost.
WHEN the bless'd day of Pentecost
Was fully come, the Holy Ghost

Descended from above.
Sent by the Father and the Son,
To bring immortal blessings down,

And shed abroad God's love.
2 Sudden a rushing wind they hear;
And fiery cloven tongues appear;

And sat on every one.
Cloven perhaps to be a sign
That God no longer would confine

His word to Jews alone.
3 And were these first disciples bless'd
With hearenly gifts ? And shall the rest
Be pass'd unheeded by?

8. 8.6.

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