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“For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given, and the government shall be upon His shoulder; and His name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, the mighty God, the everlasting Father, the Prince of peace.”—Isaiah ix. 6,

“And thou shalt call His name Jesus: for He shall save His people from their sins.”—Matt. i. 21,

'Tis eve, and wearied Nature sinks to rest,
The glorious sun sets in the golden west;
A soft dew falls on every herb and flower,
The warbling birds retire to tree and bower.


In Judah's land, beneath an olive green,
Sits a young mother, calm: her thoughtful mien
Watching the slumbers of her infant boy,
With anxious love, and deep, yet chastened joy.
His drooping eyelids veil the closing eyes,
Clear as the sunny radiance of the skies;
His waving hair curls round His arched brow,
Kissing His dimpled cheeks, where slumber


Deepens the glowing red, and shews that care,
And dreams of agony, are absent there.
His little hand unclasped with native grace
Falls gently down, and in His baby face,
From passions dark, and evil tempers free,
Beam holy love, and sweet simplicity.
Happy his watchful mother, though her eye
Betrays a presage of futurity,
Which clouds her features, as she fain would

And penerate the scenes of coming days.

Who is that mother mild, that infant fair,
Rich in his dimpled charms, and clustering

hair? Behold thy Maker in that feeble frame ! Shrined in a human form the God-head


From Satan's slavish chains to set us free,
To rescue man from guilt and misery.
Gaze on! and know the deep, the matchless

love, That brought the Lord of glory from above. Love plumed his wings, and sped his down

ward flight From those bright scenes of joy and heavenly

light; Love moved His gracious heart to veil His

And pour His life-blood for a guilty race.
Gaze on ! and ponder on the life of woe
That waits that stranger infant here below.

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