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“When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee: when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee.”—Isaiah xliii. 2.

PROUDLY floats the noble bark,

As the waters gently lave,
And the seaman's eye can mark

Scarce a ripple o'er the wave.
While the ship, with graceful motion,
Ploughs the smooth and peaceful ocean.

But the calm portends a blast,

Tells of danger lurking nigh ;
Hark! what wild scream floated past?

'Twas the stormy petrel's cry. Furl the sails, ye seamen brave, Lest ye find a watery grave.


Sinner! thou also hast a suit to plead
Before the King of kings. A fearful doom
Hangs over thee, of awful, endless woe.
Fear not; thou hast a mighty Advocate,
Whose pure blood, sprinkled on the mercy-

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.


“ 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
Of blessed hope to cheer my spirit's sadness;
No golden gleam of an eternal day,
A state of sinless joy and heavenly gladness !

On it comes, the sweeping blast,

But the proud ship bears it well; Though the spray bedew her mast

As the raging billows swell;
For her sails are furled and ready,
All her seamen brave and steady.

Christian sailor, fear the calm,

Dread the smooth, unruffled sea, Though it seem a false alarm,

There is danger nigh to thee. Close the portholes, watch and pray, Keep a look-out night and day.

Now the tempest's furious sweep

Dashes o'er the mast and sail, 'Mid the yawning billows deep

Disappears the vessel frail;-
Righted now, she floats again
O'er the rough and stormy main.

Jesus is thy pilot wise,

Christian, fear not, He is near;
Lord of earth, and sea, and skies,

He thy feeble bark shall steer,
Till the storms—the dangers past,
Thou shalt gain heaven's port at last.

PAUL THE AGED. “YET for love's sake I rather beseech thee, being such an one as Paul the aged, and now also a prisoner of Jesus Christ."-Philemon, ver. 9.

SEE in yon lonely prison cell
An aged man, his white hairs tell
Of waning years, and o'er his brow
The deepening shades of sorrow grow.
Can this be he, the man of pride,
Who lived a Saviour to deride?
Who sought to slay the saints of God
With persecution's iron rod;

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