Imatges de pÓgina

Jesus has set the weary prisoner free,

To breathe a life of love and liberty.

Fanned by the golden wings of heaven's dove, The soul brings forth the fruits of peace and


Winter is over, through the joyous world
The King of kings His banner hath unfurled,
His saints have risen to meet Him in the skies
To view His glories with unclouded eyes.

Creation groans no more, for Jesus reigns,

And earth breathes forth her joy in loud and rapturous strains.


"WHEN thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee: when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee."-Isaiah xliii. 2.

PROUDLY floats the noble bark,
As the waters gently lave,

And the seaman's eye can mark
Scarce a ripple o'er the wave.
While the ship, with graceful motion,
Ploughs the smooth and peaceful ocean.

But the calm portends a blast,

Tells of danger lurking nigh;

Hark! what wild scream floated past?
'Twas the stormy petrel's cry.

Furl the sails, ye seamen brave,
Lest ye find a watery grave.


Sinner! thou also hast a suit to plead

Before the King of kings. A fearful doom
Hangs over thee, of awful, endless woe.

Fear not; thou hast a mighty Advocate, Whose pure blood, sprinkled on the mercyseat,

Pleads a full pardon; while the gracious hand That leads thee, bears a mark which tells of


Pardon'd and cancell'd-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.


"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 viii. 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 Of blessed hope to cheer my spirit's sadness; No golden gleam of an eternal day,

A state of sinless joy and heavenly gladness!

On it comes, the sweeping blast,

But the proud ship bears it well; Though the spray bedew her mast As the raging billows swell; For her sails are furled and ready, All her seamen brave and steady.

Christian sailor, fear the calm,

Dread the smooth, unruffled sea, Though it seem a false alarm,

There is danger nigh to thee. Close the portholes, watch and pray, Keep a look-out night and day.

Now the tempest's furious sweep
Dashes o'er the mast and sail,
'Mid the yawning billows deep
Disappears the vessel frail ;-
Righted now, she floats again

O'er the rough and stormy main.

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