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How dare she stand before the haughty band
tion. Sweet Esther! thou hast conquer’d, and the
despot, The proud, stern despot yields to thy gentle
pleading :“ Ask what thou wilt, it shall not be denied, E'en to the half of all my vast dominions.”
Sinner! thou also hast a suit to plead
seat, Pleads a full pardon; while the gracious hand That leads thee, bears a mark which tells of
sin 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.
DESPAIR, AND ITS REMEDY.
“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
Dark is my soul, darker than Egypt's night
My sins like mountains rise, and weigh me down
His floor. What refuge shall I find, where shall I fly From the stern gaze of His all-searching eye?
Can the huge mountains hide me in some cave
verge The firm rocks shake, and own their Maker,
God. Is there no cleansing stream, no refuge, say, To hide my soul, and wash my guilt away ?
Peace, troubled spirit-stay the flowing tears,
whole, In willing love He bowed His head and died;