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upon his shoulder, and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, the Mighty God, the Everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace. Isai. 9. 6.

26. With joy shall ye draw water out of the wells of salvation. Isai. xii. 3.

27. Him hath God exalted with his right hand, to be a Prince and a Saviour, for to give repentance to Israel and forgiveness of sins. Acts v. 31.

28. The Son of Man came to give his life a ransom for many. Mark x. 45.

29. He was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities, the chastisement of our peace was upon him, and with his stripes we are healed. Isai. liii. 5.

30. The Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all. Isai. liii. 6.

31. Jesus said, I am the resurrection and the life; he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.

John xi. 25.

DEVOTIONAL POETRY.

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PRAYER.

LORD, when we bend before thy throne,
And our confessions pour,
Teach us to feel the sins we own,

And shun what we deplore.

Our contrite spirits pitying see,

And penitence impart;

And let a healing ray from thee,

Beam hope npon the heart.

When our responsive tongues essay,

Their grateful songs to raise,

Grant that our souls may join the lay,

And rise to thee in praise.

When we disclose our wants in prayer,

May we our wills resign,

And not a thought our bosom share,

Which is not wholly thine.

Let faith each meek petition fill,

And waft it to the skies,

And teach our hearts 'tis goodness still,
That grants it or denies.

RETIREMENT.

COME, escape from the tempests of life,
From the world to the desert retire,
Quit this region of tumult and strife,
To rekindle the heavenly fire.

Poor pilgrim! thy strength must be sought
In the heart-breathing accents of prayer;
In public the battle be fought,

But in secret the weapon prepare.

Oh! rest from thy labors awhile,

Go alone on the mount with thy Lord,

Go, bask in the beam of his smile,

And feed on the wealth of his word.

RESIGNATION.

OH Thou whose mercy guides my way,

Though now it seem severe,

Forbid my unbelief to say,

There is no mercy here!

Oh grant me to desire the pain
That comes in kindness down,

More than the world's supremest gain,
Succeeded by a frown.

Then though thou bend my spirit low,
Love only shall I see;

The very hand that strikes the blow
Was wounded once for me.

HYMN

FOR CHRISTMAS.

HARK! the glad sound, the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promised long;
Let ev'ry heart prepare a throne,
And ev'ry voice a song.

He comes the broken heart to bind,

The bleeding soul to cure,

And with the treasures of his grace,
T'enrich the humble poor.

Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;

And heav'n's eternal arches ring

With thy beloved name.

HYMN

FOR EASTER.

YE humble souls that seek the Lord,

Chase all your fears away,

And bow with pleasure down to see
The place where Jesus lay.

Thus low the Lord of Life was brought;
Such wonders love could do;

Thus cold in death that Saviour laid
Who bled and died for you.

But dry your tears and tune your songs;
The Saviour lives again!

Not all the bolts and bars of death

The

conqueror could detain.

With joy like his shall ev'ry saint
His empty tomb survey;
Then rise with his ascending Lord,
To realms of endless day.

HYMN

FOR

WHITSUNDAY.

SPIRIT of Mercy, Truth, and Love,
Oh shed thy influence from above,
And still from age to age convey
The wonders of this sacred day.

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