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So is it with true Christian hearts;
Their mutual share in Jesus' blood
Of holiest brotherhood:
Thou who didst taste
By chain yet stronger must the soul be tied:
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
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,
To God I send my cry;
And graciously reply!
For Thee, the living Lord;
Thy never-failing word!
No bounds His mercy knows;
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.
Thy work to seek, Thy will to do;
Chief of the household Gods
[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!
To conquer hate,
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,
From loneliest nook.
Far from the voice of teachers and divines,
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.