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A wind rent the mountain, and brake the tall

rock, In its fierce sweeping vengeance and furious

shock; Loud rattled the thunder, and strong swept

the blast, And tore up the deep-rooted trees as it past; And a great earthquake shook the firm ground

where he stood, With its heaving convulsions; a bright fiery

flood Filld the sky with its glow, as it roll'd through

the air In a volume of flame, but the Lord was not

there. Then a voice still and small struck the listen

ing ear Of the prophet, “ Elijah, what doest thou



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My soul has been roused for the Lord God

of Hosts, And my life they have sought for throughout

the wide coasts; Thine altars are rent, and the land is bereft Of all the Lord's prophets, I only am left.” Again the still voice in its melody stole, Like a calm flowing stream, through his

passionate soul, And soothed the stern tumult that raged in

his breast, As an infant is lulled to its peaceable rest. “Still, still have I left me a resolute few, Whose hearts have been faithful, unswerving,

and true; Return to Damascus, no harm shall betide

thee, Mine eye is upon thee, my Spirit shall guide


And forth from the desert Elijah must go,
To encounter the wrath of his merciless foe;
But his soul is subdued by that heavenly

word, And strong in his weakness, he trusts in the



“Hear ye the rod, and who hath appointed it.

Micah vi. 9.

FATHER, I hear, and bless the hand

That sends this grief to me; Nor would I ask for one drop less,

Full though the cup may be.

It is Thy hand that deals the stroke,

Thy love directs the dart,
And freely pours a healing balm

Into my wounded hcart.

Though oft my fainting spirit sinks

In trial's stormy sea,
Thy loving-kindness never fails

To send relief to me.

I am thy child, my Father thou

Oh, sweet and tender name !
The bond that links my heart to thee,

Is love's resistless claim.

What moved thee, Lord, to look with love

Upon a wretch like me,
And send Thy well-beloved Son

To die upon the tree?

To pass a weary, painful life

Of sorrow here below; Without a look of sympathy

In all His bitter woe?

Stronger than death Thy matchless love,

Conceived the wondrous plan; Enshrined in flesh the Godhead came

To rescue fallen Man.

Lord, fill my soul with love divine,

The Spirit's unction give;
That I may spend my life for Thee,

And to Thy glory live.


Now it came to pass on the third day, that Esther put on her royal apparel, and stood in the inner court of the king's house, over against the king's house ; and the king sat upon his royal throne, in the royal house, over against the gate of the house.

And it was so, when the king saw Esther the queen standing in the court, that she obtained favour in his sight; and the king held out to Esther the golden sceptre that was in his hand. So Esther drew near, and touched the top of the sceptre.

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