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One quiv'ring gasp, one parting pang
And all is o'er."
The soul has burst her bonds of clay,
And upward flies
Too bright for mortal eyes.
A CHRISTIAN WOMAN.
“While they behold your chaste conversation, coupled with fear.
“Whose adorning, let it not be that outward adorning of plaiting the hair, and of wearing of gold, or of putting on of apparel :
“But let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible, even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price.”—1 Peter iii. 2, 3, 4.
Meek is her lowly mien-the loving grace
Quiet and chaste her speech, with modest
fear She treads her onward path of service here. Nor would she make this wilderness a home, But seeks a better city yet to come. Wisdom and meekness to her words belong, The law of kindness dwelleth on her tongue; Not hers the busy gossip's tattling voice, Which in another's failings would rejoice, And tell her tales of scandal to a score Of eager listeners, greedy still for more. Not so the Christian—though her footsteps
In ready willingness to deeds of love;
and needy find a listening ear
But willingly she takes of her own store,
thorns. Nor would she wear the costly garb of pride, But the white robe wrought for a heavenly
bride; Her only ornament, the spirit meek, And quiet mind her Father's child should
seek. So dwells she here--no pride of outward show, But seeking chief her Master's will to know; Like Mary sitting at her Saviour's feet, In trusting love, and resignation sweet. Waiting till He she longs for, shall appear, To close her work of loving service here; Till Christ her Lord in glorious power shall
come, And call His children to their heavenly home.
THE CHRISTIAN SOLDIER.
“Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.”—Eph. vi. 11.
GIRD thine armour around thee,
Thou saint of the Lord,
Unsheath the good sword.
Thy path on each side,
No harm shall betide.
Though Satan may meet thee
In dreadful array,
Shall chase him away.
The darts of the wicked,
May fly all around;
They shall fall to the ground.
Then Christian, march forward,
“Be strong in the Lord,” Thy glory is certain,
And sure thy reward.
And conquered thy foes,
Thy soul shall repose.