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I see him in the daily round
Of social duty, mild and meek;
I see his pitying, gentle eye,
When lonely want appeals for aid; I hear him in the frequent sigh,
That mourns the waste which sin has made.
I meet him at the lowly tomb;
weep where Jesus wept before;
And there above the grave's dark gloom,
I see him rise and weep no more.
Does friendship gild my favor'd state,
And pray for truth, for love like thine!
A stranger to that generous flame,
Must warm my soul at Jesus' name.
"Peace I leave with you."- John xiv. 27.
"PEACE" was the song the Angels sang, When Jesus sought this vale of tears, And sweet that heavenly prelude rang,
To calm the watchful shepherds' fears, "War" is the word that man hath spoke, Convuls'd by passions dark and dread, And Pride enforc'd a lawless yoke
Even while the Gospel's banner spread. "Peace" was the prayer the Saviour breathed When from our world his steps withdrew, The gift he to his friends bequeathed
With Calvary and the Cross in view: Redeemer with admiring love
Our spirits take thy rich bequest, The watchword of the host above,
The passport to their realm of rest.
"Ye are my friends, if ye do whatsoever I command you."-John xv. 14.
WHERE shall I find, in all this fleeting earth,
This world of changes and farewells, a friend That will not fail me in his love and worth, Tender, and firm, and faithful to the end?
Far hath my spirit sought a place of rest
But thou, my Saviour! thou, my hope and trust, Faithful art thou when friends and joys depart; Teach me to lift these yearnings from the dust, And fix on thee, Unchanging One, my heart!
THE GARDEN OF GETHSEMANE.
"They went out into the Mount of Olives."-Matt. xxvi. 30.
'Tis night; a lovely night:- and lo!
The Saviour and his brethren go,
Led by heaven's lamp serene,
From Salem's height, o'er Kedron's stream, To Olivet's dark steep;
There o'er past joys, gone like a dream,
In solitude to weep.
Heaven on their earthly hopes has frown'd;
Blast not, O God, this hope of ours,
We'll look from earth to heaven.
"Then cometh Jesus with them unto a place called Gethsemane, and saith unto his disciples; Sit ye here, while I go and pray yonder.'"- Matthew xxvi. 36.
O'ER Kedron's stream, and Salem's height,
Moves the majestic queen of night,
And throws from heaven her silver light,
All but the children of distress,
To breathe the cool, calm air.
For those who shun the glare of day,
"T is a religious hour; for he
O, Holy Father, when the light
May hope in Christ grow strong and bright, To all who kneel, in sorrow's night,
In trust and prayer like him.
"O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me; nevertheless, not as I will, but as thou wilt."
"Behold, he is at hand that doth betray me."
Matthew xxvi. 39, 46.
THE moon was shining yet. The Orient's brow