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Of His eventful life, till, lost in thought,
I can forgive the worshipper who bows
It teacheth me:
’T was evening in Judea.
Through the day The Saviour taught the people, and the crowd Still lingered, for the magic of His words Held every ear, and gently won their hearts.
Old men all their infirmities forgot, And swelled the number of His anxious train : Women were there, for He, whose voice they heard, Was unto them invested with a garb That won their gentle hearts with magic power.
All classes had their representatives : The artisan forgot his implements
SUFFER LITTLE CHILDREN TO COME UNTO ME.
The hewers and the drawers left their toil —
Thus through the day, untired, the Saviour toiled,
Yet did not all depart: a little group Still lingered, and, with timid steps, approached The Teacher, ere He passed beyond their town. And they were mothers: each had clasped in hers The little hands of children, or their breasts Sustained the infants, yet unused to walk.
What sought they of the Saviour, that they bore
Not thus the Saviour: with a smile of love
And then He stood, while, round His sacred feet,
And to His Father doth commend the lambs
How blest those mothers as from His embrace They took again their children to their own! How blest those children, into whose young
hearts The Spirit of their Holy Saviour stole !
And so the Lord passed on, ere long to be The King in mockery as I see Him now.
THE TEMPEST STILLED.
BY THE REV. I. GILBORNE LYONS, LL. D.
The strong winds burst on Judah's sea,
Far peal’d the raging billow,
When Jesus press’d his pillow;
surge leaping, For sails were torn and oars were lost,
Yet Jesus still lay sleeping.
When o'er that bark the loud waves roar'd,
And blasts went howling round her, Those Hebrews rous'd their wearied Lord,
“ Lord! help us, or we founder! He said, “ Ye waters, peace, be still !
The chaf'd waves sank reposing, As wild herds rest on field and hill,
When clear calm days are closing.
And turning to the startled men
Who watch'd that surge subsiding, He spake in mournful accents then
These words of righteous chiding, “Oye, who thus fear wreck and death,
As if by Heaven forsaken, How is it that ye have no faith,
Or faith so quickly shaken ? ”
Then, then, those doubters saw with dread
The wondrous scene before them; Their limbs wax'd faint, their boldness fled,
Strange awe stole creeping o'er them :“ This, this, they said, is Judah’s Lord, For
Him : Behold! He does but speak the word,
And winds and waves obey Him !”