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“Then said the king unto her, What wilt thou, queen Esther? and what is thy request ? It shall be even given thee, to the half of the kingdom."
Esther v. 1-3.
Sad is her youthful brow, and shaded o'er With anxious care, for early grief has press'd Her bright young head, and bow'd its stateli
The orphan daughter of an outcast race,
throne. The bright tears gather in her anxious eyes, And glisten through the long dark fringe that
shades Her marble cheek; the trembling lips betray Her inward feeling, and her beating heart Flutters beneath the rich and costly robe That covers it. What brings that timid girl Uncall’d, unask'd for, to the palace gate ?
How dare she stand before the haughty band
tion. Sweet Esther! thou hast conquer'd, and the
despot, The proud, stern despot yields to thy gentle
pleading :“Ask what thou wilt, it shall not be denied, E'en to the half of all my vast dominions."
Sinner! thou also hast a suit to plead
seat, Pleads a full pardon; while the gracious hand That leads thee, bears a mark which tells of
sin Pardon'd and cancelld—justice satisfied. That pierced hand can ne'er be rais'd in vain, A Father's yearning heart will not refuse His only Son, His well-beloved One! Thy suit is heard, for Jesus must prevail.
DESPAIR, AND ITS REMEDY.
“Having no hope, and without God in the world.”Ephesians ii. 12.
“The whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint. From the sole of the foot even unto the head, there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and putrefying sores.”—Isaiah i. 5 6.
“Is there no balm in Gilead; is there no physician there?"-Jeremiah viji. 22.
“Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord; though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.”—Isaiah i, 18.
“Come unto me all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.”—Matthew xi. 28.
HOPE! there is none for me, not one bright ray
Dark is my soul, darker than Egypt's night
My sins like mountains rise, and weigh me down
His floor. What refuge shall I find, where shall I fly From the stern gaze of His all-searching eye?