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They caused Thy bloody sweat,

In dread Gethsemane; And forced the cry “My God, my God,

Hast Thou forsaken me?"

The fountain of Thy blood,

Has washed my guilt away ;
And Thy blest robe of righteousness

Is now my bright array.

Ciothed in this glorious dress,

The Father looks with love; In this poor heart Thy Spirit dwells

That bright celestial dove.

Unspotted may I keep

This robe from sin's dark stain ; Living to righteousness alone,

As dead, yet risen again.

Still longing for the day,

Saviour, when Thou shalt come,
And take Thy bride, Thy purchased one,

To her eternal home.


“And when He putteth forth His own sheep, He goeth before ther, and the sheep follow Him : for they know His voice.”—John X. 4.

JESUS, keep us near to Thee,

Ever dwelling at Thy side,
Teach us Saviour how to be,

Quiet, happy, satisfied.
May we never wish to roam,
From our Shepherd's peaceful home.

We are foolish, silly sheep,

Far from Thee we often stray;
Bitter, painful fruits we reap,

When we leave the narrow way.

But whene'er we lose the track,
Thou dost gently bring us back.

Saviour let us learn of Thee,

Meekly bearing every cross,
Leaving all to follow Thee,

Counting all things else but dross,
Till we dwell with Thee above,
In the fullness of Thy love.


“As thy days, so shall thy strength be."-Deut. xxxiii. 25.

When the deep waves of trouble roll
In heaving billows o'er thy soul,
And no bright ray of hope appears,
To soothe thy heart, and calm thy fears;
Then in this word thy anchor see,
“E'en as thy day, thy strength shall be.”

When all the future seems to wear
A garb of gloomy doubt and care;
When dark aud cloudy to thy view,
Appears the path thou must pursue ;
Still let the promise comfort thee,
“E'en as thy day, thy strength shall be.”

When at the dawn of opening day,
Thy fearful soul, with sad dismay,
Views her own feebleness, and feels
The crowd of care that round her steals;
Still trust thy Father's firm decree,
“E'en as thy day, thy strength shall be.”

And if around thy aged head,
Time shall its snowy honours shed;
When dim the eye, and faint the voice,
Yet in thy Saviour's love rejoice;
So shall thy spirit pass away
To realms of bright unclouded day.


“He shall dwell on high : his place of defence shall be the munitions of rocks; bread shall be given him; his water shall be sure.

“ Thine eyes shall see the king in his beauty; they shall behold the land that is very far off.”—Isa. xxxiii,

16, 17.

BIRD of Heaven ! o'er the sea,
Roaming at thy liberty,
Now aloft, and now below,
Where the briny waters flow,
Skimming o'er the deep blue wave,
Thy delight—the seaman's grave !
Dipping now, with graceful motion,
In the deep and rolling ocean :
While the silvery drops of spray
Sparkle in the sun's bright ray,

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