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I gave him all; he blessed it, brake,
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
I warmed, I clothed, I cheered my guest,
Stript, wounded, beaten, nigh to death,
I roused his pulse, brought back his breath,
In prison I saw him next, condemned
And honored him 'midst shame and scorn: My friendship's utmost zeal to try,
He asked, if I for him would die;
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,
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,
And all thy hopes promote...
But most thyself prepare ·
Let every thought make room,
JESUS WASHING THE DISCIPLES' FEET.
"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,
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.
THE LORD'S SUPPER.
"This do in remembrance of me."- Luke xxii. 19.
This will I do, my dying Lord,
Thy body, broken for my sake,
And thus remember thee.
Gethsemane can I forget?
Or there thy conflict see,