See how he loved, who died for man ; Such love can we, unmoved, survey? Exeter Collection. WHO IS MY MOTHER? "Behold my mother and my brethren."-Matthew xii. 49. WHO is my mother? or my brethren ? He spake, and looked on them who sat around, With a meek smile of pity, blent with love, More melting than e'er gleamed from human face, As when a sunbeam, through a summer shower, And with what look of love he said, Behold Anonymous. CHRIST PRAYING ON THE MOUNTAIN. "He went up into a mountain apart to pray."-Matt. xiv. 23. A CHILD 'midst ancient mountains I have stood, Where the wild falcons make their lordly nest On high. The spirit of the solitude Fell solemnly upon my infant breast, Though then I pray'd not; but deep thoughts have press'd Into my being since it breathed that air, Nor could I now one moment live the guest Of such dread scenes, without the springs of prayer O'erflowing all my soul. No minsters rise Like them in pure communion with the skies, Vast, silent, open unto day and night; So might the o'erburden'd Son of Man have felt, When, turning where inviolate stillness dwelt, He sought high mountains, there apart to pray. Mrs Hemans. II. "And when the evening was come, he was there alone."-Matthew xiv. 23. 66 'HE was there alone "— when even Had round earth its mantle thrown; Holding intercourse with heaven, There his inmost heart's emotion So let us, from earth retiring, "Train our hearts alone." Thus when time its course hath ended, Shall not be "alone." Bowring. CHRIST WALKING ON THE WATER. "Be of good cheer; it is I; be not afraid."— Matt. xiv. 27. WHEN Power Divine in mortal form, So, when in silence nature sleeps, Bless'd be the voice which breathes from heaven, When love, and joy, and hope are fled, "Lo, it is I! be not afraid." When men with fiendlike passions rage, Bless'd be the voice, though still and small, God calms the tumult and the storm; Of those who know or know Him not. And when the last dread hour shall come, "Lo, it is I!-be not afraid." Sir James E. Smith. THE LOVE OF GOD. "No man can come to me, except the Father which hath sent me draw him."- John vi. 44. O DRAW me, Father, after thee, From all eternity, with love. In suffering be thy love my peace, And bear me through death's whelming tide. Moravian. |