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There rests the weary head,
There age and sorrow love to go;
LAKE OF GENNESARET.
"He stood by the Lake of Gennesaret."
CLEAR as a crystal mirror in the beam
Marked through that mirror clear his dimpled way.
The mist that spread a shadowy veil, at length Slow up the mountain's side its skirt hath rolled, And see the sun, rejoicing in his strength,
Now tip the rocks, now spread the lake with gold, His sparkling rays on rich Bethsaida fling,
And light Capernaum's towers, tall palms, and, limpid spring.
Luke v. 1.
CURE OF THE BLIND MAN.
"I went and washed, and I received sight."- John ix. 11. WHEN the great Master spoke,
He touched his withered eyes, And, at one gleam upon him broke The glad earth and the skies.
And he saw the city's walls,
And king's and prophet's tomb, And arches proud, and vaulted halls, And the temple's lofty dome.
He looked on the river's flood,
And the gentle wave of the palms, that stood
He saw, on heights and plains,
But a mighty thrill ran through his veins.
And his virgin sight beheld
And woman's voice before
Had cheered his gloomy night, But to see the angel form she wore Made deeper the delight.
And his heart at daylight's close,
For the bright world where he trod, And when the yellow morning rose, Gave speechless thanks to God.
New York Evening Post.
THE GOOD SHEPHERD.
"I am the good shepherd."—John x. 11.
As the good shepherd leads his sheep
And, while a-fold by night they sleep,
So the True Shepherd, Christ, our souls doth
Safe in his eye, protected by his side.
Great Shepherd! do we know thy voice,
Is thy safe fold our rule and choice,
Upheld by faith the obedient sheep shall stand, "And none shall pluck them from thy Father's hand."
But O! what mortal tongue shall sing
Death could not with his threaten'd sting
Conqueror of death, and pledge of life to rise,
Shepherd! with joy we hear thy call
Let none from that salvation fall,
So freely given !
But, as thy sacred records long foretold,
CALL OF PETER.
"And Jesus, walking by the sea of Galilee, saw two brethren, Simon called Peter, and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea; for they were fishers. And he saith unto them; 'Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men."― Matthew iv. 18.
THE wind was hushed on Galilee,
With thought as calm as that fair sea,
A voice was heard; as on the lake
The grandeur of the seas.
Years passed away; the humble man
Who stood unheeding there,
No more at early dawn began
Him, palaces of eastern pride
Now hail'd, an honored guest; And now, the lowliest couch beside, He spoke of heavenly rest.
He bore, through perils far and near
He yielded not to hope or fear,
That Saviour's presence cheered his breast
That faith his dying hour confessed,