Imatges de pÓgina

And the brilliant sparkle of beauty's eye
Shine in the numbers of poesy.
But, alas; no comeliness is seen
In the form of the lowly Nazarene:
And the thoughtless worldling, passing by,
Sees nought to attract his careless eye.
Yet Lord, there are still a chosen few
Of Thy purchased ones, in whose raptured

view, More glorious far than the sun's bright glow, The chiefest among ten thousand Thou. Thy yearning bride, like the captive bird, Longs for the sound of this cheering word “ Arise, my fair one, and come away To the glorious land of eternal day.”


“But he, being full of the Holy Ghost, looked up stedfastly into heaven, and saw the glory of God, and Jesus standing on the right hand of God,

“And said, “Behold, I see the heavens opened, and the Son of Man standing on the right hand of God.'

“Then they cried out with a loud voice, and stopped their ears, and ran upon him with one accord,

And cast him out of the city, and stoped him; and the witnesses laid down their clothes at a young man's feet, whose name was Saul.

“And they stoned Stephen, calling upon God, and saying, 'Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.'

And he kneeled down, and cried with a loud voice, 'Lord, lay not this sin to their charge.' And when he had said this, he fell asleep.”-Acts vii. 55— 60.

What means yon furious crowd—whose angry

brows Speak of dark passions, while their savage


Appals the startled ear, and tells of hearts Boiling with fearful rage? they gnash their

teeth, And breath deep curses on that patient man, Who, as a lamb ’midst howling wolves, un

mov'd Hears alll their fury with a peaceful brow, And holy smile, that fills his speaking eye With a divine expression; while his gaze Is fixed on the blue sky; he lifts his voice, And, filled with holy unction, speaks aloud: “Behold, I see heaven opened, and the Son Of Man standing on the right hand of God.” Fierce grow the savage multitude, and stop Their ears : yelling aloud with enmity. They drag him forth to stone him; he kneels

downAnd, with a holy faith and calm submission, Receives the murderous shower; but his bright


Grows brighter still; for on his ravished ear
Fall the melodious notes of angel songs,
And filled with rapture, he forgets his pains.


“BLESSED Martyr! now prepare
In thy Saviour's bliss to share;
See us wait to bear thy soul
Far from Satan's dark control.”


“Patience, Martyr, fix thine eye
On a home beyond the sky,
Where thy joys shall still increase,
And thy songs shall never cease."


“Holy Martyr! soon thy pains
Shall become thy endless gains,
Come and join our glorious throng,
Come and swell the heavenly song."

The damp cold dews of death stand on his

brow, And his pale face grows paler, but his soul Is filled with joy as he commits his spirit To his Creator; while his parting breath Prays for his savage murderers—thus he dies.


He stayeth his rough wind in the day of the east wind.”—Isa. xxvii. 8.

THROUGH weary nights of aching pain,
When fever burns each throbbing vein,
And sleep forsakes the languid eye
Wakeful from restless agony;

Dear Saviour, thou art ever near
To soothe the heart, and dry the tear;
Thine eye a constant vigil keeps--
For Israel's shepherd never sleeps.

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