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I gave him all; he blessed it, brake,
And ate, but gave me part again.-
Mine was an angel's portion then,
For while I fed with eager haste
That crust was manna to my taste.

I spied him, where a fountain burst Clear from the rock; his strength was gone;

The heedless water mocked his thirst,

He heard it, saw it hurrying on:

I ran to raise the sufferer up;

Thrice from the stream he drained my cup,

Dipt, and returned it running o'er;

I drank, and never thirsted more.

"Twas night; the floods were out; it blew A winter hurricane aloof;

I heard his voice abroad, and flew
To bid him welcome to my roof;

I warmed, I clothed, I cheered my guest,
Laid him on my own couch to rest;
Then made the hearth my bed, and seemed
In Eden's garden while I dreamed.

Stript, wounded, beaten, nigh to death,
I found him by the highway-side :

I roused his pulse, brought back his breath,
Revived his spirit, and supplied
Wine, oil, refreshment; he was healed;
I had myself a wound concealed;
But from that hour forgot the smart.
And peace bound up my broken heart.

In prison I saw him next, condemned
To meet a traitor's doom at morn;
The tide of lying tongues I stemmed,

And honored him 'midst shame and scorn: My friendship's utmost zeal to try,

He asked, if I for him would die;
The flesh was weak, my blood ran chill,
But the free spirit cried, "I will.”

Then in a moment to my view,

The stranger darted from disguise; The tokens in his hands I knew,

My Saviour stood before mine eyes: He spake; and my poor name he named; "Of me thou hast not been ashamed: These deeds shall thy memorial be; Fear not, thou didst them unto me."



"Where wilt thou that we prepare ?" Luke xxii. 9.

PREPARE the Saviour room,

Where'er thou hast a place, And to thy banquet he will come, In all his matchless grace.

Prepare the temple high,
The place of public prayer-
And, clothed with grace and majesty
He'll meet the people there.

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Prepare the social hall,

Where saints commune and pray And there as humble faith shall call, He'll all his love display.

Prepare the household shrine,

And there thy children bringAnd daily he will stoop to shine On that domestic ring.

Prepare the secret place,
The closet of thy thought-
And there he'll meet thee face to face,

And all thy hopes promote...

But most thyself prepare ·
The temple of thy soul!
And let all high affections there
Confess his sweet control.

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Let every thought make room,
And passions all give place-
And to thy bosom he will come,
In peace and truth and grace.

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"What thou knowest not now, thou shalt know hereafter."- John xiii. 7.

THERE is a secret in the ways of God

With his own children, which none others know,
That sweetens all he does; and if such peace,
While under his afflicting hand we find,
What will it be to see him as he is,
And pass the reach of all that now disturbs
The tranquil soul's repose? To contemplate
In retrospect unclouded, all the means
By which his wisdom has prepared his saints
For the vast weight of glory which remains!
Come then, affliction, if my Father bids,

And be my frowning friend. A friend that frowns Is better than a smiling enemy.

We welcome clouds which bring the former rain, Though they the present prospect blacken round, And shade the beauties of the opening year, That, by their stores enriched, the earth may yield A fruitful summer and a plenteous crop.



"This do in remembrance of me."- Luke xxii. 19.

ACCORDING to thy gracious word,
In meek humility,

This will I do, my dying Lord,
I will remember thee.

Thy body, broken for my sake,
My bread from heaven shall be;
The testamental cup I take,

And thus remember thee.

Gethsemane can I forget?

Or there thy conflict see,
Thine agony and bloody sweat,
And not remember thee?

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