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So is it with true Christian hearts;

Their mutual share in Jesus' blood
An everlasting bond imparts

Of holiest brotherhood:
Oh! might we all our lineage prove,
Give and forgive, do good and love,
By soft endearments in kind strife
Lightening the load of daily life!


Thou who didst taste
Of man's infirmities, yet bar his sins
From thine unspotted soul, forsake us not,
In our temptations, but so guide our feet,
That our Last Supper in this world may lead
To that immortal banquet by thy side,
Where there is no betrayer.

Mrs. Sigourney

By chain yet stronger must the soul be tied:
One duty more, last stage of this ascent,
Brings to thy food, memorial Sacrament,
The offspring, haply at the parents' side;
But not till they, with all that do abide
In Heaven, have lifted up their hearts to laud
And magnify the glorious name of God,
Fountain of Grace, whose Son for sinners died,
Here must my song in timid reverence pause:
But shrink not, ye, whom to the saving rite
The Altar calls; come early, under laws
That can secure for you a path of light
Through gloomiest shade; put on, nor dread its weight,
Armour divine, and conquer in your cause,


Here He led From the Last Supper, when the hymn was sung, His few grieved followers out, in that drear night, When, in the garden, on the mountain's slope, His agony wrung forth the crimson drops! While these sad pictures hang upon thy sides, Thou consecrated height, dissolve the heart In pious sorrow!

Hannah F. Gould. SUPPLICATION. I CRIED to Thee, O Lord; and unto the Lord I made supplication. Psalm xxx. 8.

Let my supplication come before Thee: deliver me according to Thy word.—Psalm cxix. 170.

O my God incline Thine ear, and hear; for we do not present our supplications before Thee for our righteousnesses, but for Thy great mercies. - Daniel, ix. 18.

Oh, when Thy last frown shall proclaim
The flocks of goats to folds of flame;
And all Thy lost sheep found shall be,
Let “Come, ye blessed" then call me.
Oh, hear a suppliant heart all crush'd
And crumbled into contrite dust;
My Hope, my Fear, my Judge, my Friend,
Take charge of me, and of my end. Crashaw.

Like the ow murmur of the secret stream,

Which through dark alders winds its shaded way, My suppliant voice is heard. Ah, do not deem That on vain toys I throw my

hours away. In the recesses of the forest vale,

On the wild mountains, on the verdant sod,
When the fresh breezes of the morn prevail,
I wander lone, communing with my God.

From lowest depths of woe

To God I send my cry;
Lord hear my supplicating voice,

And graciously reply!
My soul with patience waits

For Thee, the living Lord;
My hopes are on Thy promise built,

Thy never-failing word!
Let Israel trust in God;

No bounds His mercy knows;
The plenteous source and spring from whence

Eternal succour flows. Brady and Tate.

TEACHING. BLESSED is the man whom Thou chastenest, O Lord, and teachest him out of Thy law.--Psalm xciv. 12.

There was a man of the Pharisees, named Nicodemus: The same came to Jesus by night, and said unto Him, Rabbi, we know that Thou art a teacher come from God. - John, iii. 1, 2.

Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom; teaching and admonishing one another.-Colossians, iii. 16. THE azure vault, the crystal circles bright, The gleaming, fiery torches powdered there, The changing round, the shining, beamy light, The sad and bearded fires, the monsters fair, And prodigies appearing in the air; The rending thunders, and the blust'ring winds, The birds in hue, and shape, and nature rare; The pretty notes of winged musicians fine; Of earth the saucy flowers, the metalled mine, The wholesome herbs, the healthful, pleasant trees, The silver streams, the beasts of sundry kinds; The bounding waves and fishes of the seas: All these for teaching man the Lord did frame, To do His will whose glory shines in flame.

King James I. If man sleeps on, untaught by what he sees, Can he prove infidel to what he feels! Young. Father of light and life! Thou good Supreme! O teach me what is good! Teach me Thyself! Save me from folly, vanity, and vice, From every low pursuit.

Thomson. Spirit of Light! do Thou impart Majestic truths, and teach my heart; Teach me to know how weak I am, How vain my powers, how poor my frame; Teach me celestial paths untrod, The ways of glory and of God.

Lord, grant our hearts be so inclined,

Thy work to seek, Thy will to do;
And while we teach the youthful mind,
Our own be taught Thy lessons too.

Miss Landon.

Chief of the household Gods
Which hallow Scotland's lowly Scottish homes!
While looking at thy signs

[comesWhich speak, though dumb, deep thought upon me With sad yet solemn dreams my heart is stirred, Like childhood when it hears the carol of a bird!

The mountains old and hoarThe chainless winds—the streams so pure and free

The God-enamelled flowersThe waving forest-the eternal seaThe eagle floating o'er the mountain's browAre teachers all; but, oh! they are not such as thou!

Robert Nicoll.

To conquer hate,
And in its place to cherish love unfeigned,
Forgiveness and forgetfulness of wrongs,
No precepts but the perfect law of Christ,
No teacher but the blessed Son of God,
Could e'er instruct mankind.

C. P. Layard.

Here the lamented dead in dust shall lie,

Life's lingering languors o'er, its labours done; Where waving bouglas, between the earth and sky,

Admit the farewell radiance of the sun. And here the impressive stone, engraved with words

Which grief sententious gives to marble pale, Shall teach the heart; while waters, leaves, and birds Make cheerful music in the passing gale.

Willis G. Clark.

Your voiceless lips, O flowers, are living preachers,

Each cup a pulpit, every leaf a book,
Supplying to my fancy numerous teachers,

From loneliest nook.
Were I, O God, in churchless lands remaining,

Far from the voice of teachers and divines,
My soul would find in flowers of thy ordaining,
Priests, sermons, shrines.

Horace Smith.

TEARS. My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God!--Psalm xlii. 3.

The Lord God will wipe away tears from off all faces.- Isaiah, XXV. 8.

They shail hunger no more, neither thirst any more; neither shall the sun light on them, nor any heat.

For the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of waters: and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.--Revelation, vii. 16, 17.

Not when the earth revives with genial heat,

To fresh and blooming flowers, the bee applies With such delight, and bears on loaded thighs The fragrant treasure to her loaded seat; Not young and timorous hind with course so fleet,

Escaped to trackless forest from the cries

Of féll pursuit, now unsuspected flies, Panting to reach the cooling waters sweet, As I in those hot tears exult, which shower

From my relenting eyes, when up to God, With love or kindling zeal my heart ascends. "How great,” in transport thus my soul I pour, "Must be their glory in the blest abode, Whose joy the pleasure of my grief transcends!"

From the Italian of Gabriel Fiamma. No sigh, no murmur the wide world shall hear; From every face He wipes off every tear. Pope. To hurry at thy mandate, matchless King!

The orbs of night have cars of sapphire dyes; To reach Thee th' eagle hath at least his wing,

And nought have we except our sighs! May thy saints' voice ascend and calm thy wrath,

Terrestrial incense is the just man's prayer; But pass we sinners, nought the sinner hath,

Unto thy shrine, but tears to bear. Lamartine. Raise it to Heaven when thine eye fills with tears, For only in a watery sky appears The bow of light; and from th' invisible skies Hope's glory shines not, save through weeping eyes.

Frances Ann Kemble.

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