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. ON + PRAYER. LORD, when we bend before thy throne, 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, RETIREMENT. COME, escape from the tempests of life, Poor pilgrim! thy strength must be sought 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 More than the world's supremest gain, Then though thou bend my spirit low, The very hand that strikes the blow HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS. HARK! the glad sound, the Saviour comes, He comes the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure, And with the treasures of his grace, Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, 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 Thus low the Lord of Life was brought; Thus cold in death that Saviour laid But dry your tears and tune your songs; Not all the bolts and bars of death The conqueror could detain. With joy like his shall ev'ry saint HYMN FOR WHITSUNDAY. SPIRIT of Mercy, Truth, and Love, |