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O MEMORY! Who knows thy power,
He feels thy might, whose happy days
Where friendship's pleasures once were known.
He knows thee too, whose dearest friends,
Thus in thine all-subduing power,
Would enter there, and there abide.
I place my own. My footsteps lead,
A way-mark to the world on high;
In time of need the Lord was nigh.
Along thy fair and flowery meads,
My former streams of comfort glide; Among thy calm, though pensive shades, My friends and kindred still abide.
O memory! I could tune my song
To thee, with morning's bursting light; And still th' unwearied strain prolong, Through the dark hours of silent night.
Yet, let not earth engross the strain,
All-raptur'd on a heavenly shore.
S. S. S.
"And at midnight Paul and Silas prayed, and sang praises unto God, and the prisoners heard them."-Acts xvi. 25.
DID e'er before such hallowed sound
Create an echo there?
Before, were Jesu's followers found
Their house of praise and prayer!
With fettered feet, and bolted doors,
The walls of stone, and stone the floors,
The body lies the spirit soars
To joy and bliss on high!
How many a sigh, and tear, and groan,
When the pale prisoner, sad and lone,
The flesh sore press'd, the soul ne'er faints,
When cast for help on Thee.
By faith thy servants see the face
Of their approving Lord;
They pray, and while that sullen place,
Grows radiant with their Master's grace,
They sing with sweet accord.
Apart their fellow-captives share,
Briefly this pious joy;
Now sounds of praise, now sounds of prayer,
Swell on the solemn midnight air,
And every ear employ.
Within the quiet church to meet,
Where hearts, fast linked in Christian union,
May with their Saviour hold communion,
And find his words with bliss replete,
Yes, it is sweet!
Loved day of rest!
Hiding the week's sad cares which press'd
(By the late Rev. John Marriott.)
THOU, whose Almighty word,
Hear us, we humbly pray!
And where the gospel day
Sheds not its glorious ray,
Thou, who did'st come to bring,
On thy redeeming wing,
Healing and sight;
-Health to the sick in mind:
Sight to the inly blind—
O! now to all mankind
"Let there be light!"
Spirit of truth and love,
Speed forth thy flight!
All glory be to Thee!
O blessed Trinity!
Wisdom, love, might!
Boundless as ocean's tide,
Rolling in fullest pride;
Through the world far and wide,
"Let there be light!"
H. M. W.