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Beholding, while he suffer'd on,
The healing virtue giv'n-and gone.

Thy faith hath made thee whole ; so Jesus

spake, And straight the blind BEHELD THE FACE

of God.

No pow'r had he; no friendly aid
To him its timely succour brought;
But, while his coming he delay'd,
Another won the boon he sought ;-
Until the Saviour's love was shown,
Which heal'd him by a word alone !



Had they who watch'd and waited there,
Been conscious who was passing by,
With what unceasing, anxious care
Would they have sought his pitying eye;
And crav'd, with fervency of soul,
His sov'reign pow'r to make them whole.

But habit and tradition sway'd
Their minds to trust to sense alone;
They only sought the angel's aid,
While in their presence stood, unknown,
A greater, mightier far, than he,
With pow'r from ev'ry pain to free.

His eves uplifted, and his hands close

The dumb man, with a supplicating look,
Turned as the Lord passed by : Jesus be-

And on him bent a pitying look, and spake :
His moving lips are by the suppliant seen,
And the last accents of the healing sentence
Ring in that ear which never heard before.
Prostrate the man restor'd falls to the earth,
And uses first the gift, the gift sublime
Of speech, in giving thanks to Him whose

Was never uitered, but in doing good.

Bethesda's pool has lost its pow'r !
No angel, by his glad descent,
Dispenses that diviner dow'r
Which with its healing waters went:
But he whose word surpassed its wave,
Is still omnipotent to save.



They know the Almighty's power,

Who, waken’d by the rushing midnight BARTIMEUS RESTORED TO SIGHT.


Watch for the fitful breeze,

To howl and chafe amid the bending trees; BLIND, poor, and helpless BARTIMEUS sat,

Watch for the still white gleam, Listening the foot of the wayfaring man,

To bathe the landscape in a fiery stream, Still hoping that the next, and still the next,

Touching the tremulous eye with sense of Would put an alms into his trembling hand,

of light He thinks he hears the coming breeze faint

Too rapid and too pure for all butangel-sight. rustle Among the sycamores ; it is the tread

They know the Almighty's love,
Of thousand steps; it is the hum of tongues Who, when the whirlwinds rock the top-
Innumerable : but when the sightless man

most grove,
Heard that the Nazarene was passing by, Stand in the shade, and hear
He cried, and said, “ JESUS, thou son of The tumult with a deep exulting fear;

How in their fiercest sway,
Have mercy npon me !" and, when rebuked. | Curb'd by some power unseen, they die
He cried the more," have mercy upon me!"


Like a bold steed that owns his rider's | Its threatning off; forth darst no lightning arm

peep, Proud to be check'd and sooth'd by that But kept its black nest, now outshined by O'ermastering charm.

The flashing mandates of its Master's eye.

Forth with the ship without or sail, or tide, But there are storms within, That heave the struggling heart with wilder

| Kept straight its course, and flew to kiss

the shore: din; And there is power and love,

Where Jesus deigns to be the vessel's Guide, The maniac's rushing frenzy to reprove;

There neerls no help of time, tide, wind, or And when he takes his seat

oar; Clothed and in calmness, at his Saviour's

His eye alone might drive the bark, whose

look feet, Is not the power as strange, the love as blest,

Abash'd the sea, the storm with terror

struck. As when He said “Be still,” and ocean sank to rest?

His eye, his eye is that eternal star

Which gildeth both the poles; which day Wo to the wayward heart,

and night That gladlier turns to eye the shuddering start | Eaually shines, which onides all those who Of Passion in her might;

are Than marks the silent growth of grace and Sailing in life's rough sea : for by his light, light;

And none but his, each mortal mariner Pleased in the cheerless tomb,

Who goes for safety's port, his course To linger while the morning rays illume

must steer. Green lake, and cedar-tuft, and spicy glade, Shaking their dewy tresses now the storm

is laid.

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The roaring tumult of the billowed sea

Awakes him not: high on the crested surge, CHRIST STILLING THE TEMPEST. Now heaved, his locks flow streaming in

the blast : BEAUMONT.

And now descending 'tween the sheltering

waves, HBRE having stepp'd aboard, He turn’d his The falling tresses veil the face divine : eye.

Meek through that veil a momentary gleam Upon the storm, and sternly signified

Benignant shines; he dreams that he beholds His royal will: their duty instantly

The opening eyes,—that long bad hopeless The winds discovered in that glance, and I rolled hied

In darkness,-look around bedimmed with Away in such great haste and fear, that

tears they

Of joy; but suddenly the voice of fear Lost all their breath and spirits by the way.

Dispelled the happy vision : awful he rose,

Rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, The mutinous billows saw his awful look, Peace, be thou still ! and straight there was And hush'd themselves all close into their a calm. deep:

With terror-mingled gladness in their looks, The sea grew tame and smooth ; the thunder The mariners exclaim-What man is this, broke

That even the wind and sea obey his voice !

JESCS WALKS ON THE SEA, AND | And quits his hold; the roages, appalid, CALMS THE STORM.

Sbrink from the fancied Spent De Food:

But when the voice of Jens is the storm GRAHAME,

Soft mingled, It is I, be not afraid: Loud blew the storm of night; the thwart- | Fear fled, and joy lightened from eye to eye. ing surge

Up be ascends, and from the rolling side, Dash'd, boiling on the labouring bark: dis Surveys the tamalt of the sea and sky may,

With transient look severe : the tempest Prom face to face reflected, spread around :-) awed, When, lo! upon a towering wave is seen Sinks to a sudden calm; the doods disperse; The semblance of a foamy wreath, upright, The moonbeam trembles on the face divine, Move onward to the ship : the helmsman Reflected mildly in the anrefed deep



WHEN through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming,
When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming,
Nor hope lends a ray, the poor seaman to cherish,
We fiy to our Maker: "Save, Lord! or we perish.”

O Jesus! once rock'd on the breast of the billow,
Aroused by the shriek of despair from thy pillow;
Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish,
Who cries in his anguish, “ Save, Lord, or we perish.”

And, O! when the whirlwind of passion is raging,
When sin in our hearts his wild warfare is waging,
Then send down thy grace, thy redeemed to cherish;
Rebuke the destroyer ; “ Save, Lord, or we perish."



I WAS tossed on the billows of life;
I endeavour'd their rage to control;

More fierce grew the turbulent strife;
The waters went over my soul.

| O SALEM! who, in proud disdain,

My faithful prophets slew;
In the midst of the pitiless storm,

And soon, the cup of guilt to drain,
One appeared who was mighty to save; Wilt slay thy Saviour too!
The darkness was chased by bis form; How had my love thy children blest,
He trod on the fathomless wave.

Their deeds of blood forgot.

And led them to eternal rest!
In his looks, in his words was a charm, But they consented not.

Which commanded the tempest to cease;
The billows were hushed to a calm; | Now shall thy house be desolate,

Within and without there was peace. | Thy glory now shall close;

Nor leave one trace of ruined state,

To tell where Salem rose.
Nor shalt thou thy Redeemer see,

Nor hail thy crown restor'd,
THI thou shalt say, “How blest is he

Whom thou hast sent, O Lord !”

| All deck'd with palms and strangely bright,

That suffering host appears ;
And stainless are their robes of white,

Though steep'd in blood and tears; And sweet their martyr-anthem Nowo, " Hosanna to the Man of Woes!"

From ages past descends the lay

To ages yet to be,

Till far its echoes roll away

Into Eternity.

But 0! while saints and angels high,

Thy final triumph share,

Amidst thy followers, Lord shall I, From Olivet's sequester'd seats,

Though last and meanest there, What sounds of transport spread? Receive a place, and feebly raise What concourse moves through Salem's | A faint Hosanna to thy praise ?

streets, To Zion's boly head ? Behold him there in lowliest guise !

The Saviour of mankind ! Triumphal shouts before him rise,

JESUS WEEPING AT THE TOMB OF And shoats reply behind :

And "strike," they cry, your loudest string:
He comes! Hosanna to our King !


The Saviour wept ;-his beaming eye Nor those alone, the present train,

Was filled with tears which mortals shed : Their present King'adored ;

His boxom heav'd the sacred sigh-
An earlier, and a later strain,

Affection offers to the dead.
Extoll'd the the self-same Lord.
Obedient to his Father's will,

Whilst quickly o'er that heavenly brow, He came, he liv'd, he died;

More radiant than the blush of morn, And gratulating voices still

Spread thick’ning shades of deepest wo, Before and after cried,

Which tell a heart with sorrow torn. " All hail the Prince of David's line! Hosanna to the Man divine!"

But whence the anguish of that hour?

And why his heavenly face o'ercast ? He came to earth :-- from eldest years, That sorrow sprang from friendship's powers a long and bright array

But soon that earthly feeling past.
Or Prophet-bards, and Patriarch-seers
Proclaimed the glorious day:

The Father rises all supreme,
The light of heaven in every breast,

And human passions sink to rest : Its fire on every lip,

His eyes, now tearless, brightly beam, In tuneful chorus on they press'd,

And all the Godhead swells his breast. A goodly fellowship; And still their pealing anthems ran, With voice that shook the arch of heaven, "Hosanna to the Son of Man !"

" Come forth, O Lazarus," he said :

At once the bands of death are riven, He came to earth : through life be pass'd The yawning tomb resigns its dead.

A man of griefs; and, lo, A noble army following fast

Transfixed with wonder and amazo, His track of pain and wo:

Inspired with awe ne'er felt before,

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But closer now, and closer grew

Didst thon regard the beggar's cry,
The press of the surrounding crew,

And give the blind to see?
Who deem'd he came to mourn, not save, | Jesus, thou Son of David, hear;
As he stoop'd o'er the dead man's grave, Have mercy, too, on me!
And gazed with self-communing air
For a short space in silence there.

And didst thou pity mortal wo,

And sight and health restore ? Nearer he stoop'd, and yet more near : Pity, O Lord, and save my soul, Hark! heard ye not like trumpet clear, 1 Which needs thy mercy more! His life-shout in that mouldering ear? Porth sent the tomb its bidden birth, | And didst thou save a trembling frame For He who called was God on earth!' When sinking in the wave?

| I perish, Lord! ob save my soul ! Not faster answers to the flash

For thou alone canst save. Of Heaven, the illuminated ash, Than following that resistless word, The dead sprang forth before his Lord, Bonnd hand and foot with funeral clothes, THE TRANSFIGURATION OF In life, in breathing life he rose,

CHRIST. And cast amid the astonish'd crowd,

S. WESLEY, SEN. From bis freed limbs the loosen'd shroud !

TABOR, the place to prove his mission true, Health's crimson light o'erspread his face, Where heaven and earth must have an inHis eye was fire, his step was grace ;


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