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THE SAVIOUR'S BRIDE.
"Who is tbis that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved?"—Canticles viii. 5.
As longs the wandering bird to gain her nest,
Alone I sit, and mourn Thy long delay,
Cease sorrowing mourner, hear the loving voice
That calms thy fears, and bids thy heart rejoice.
Its gentle strains shall soothe thy yearning breast,
And hush thy troubled spirit into rest.
"Weep not, my purchased one, a little while
grace. While still thou wanderest through the desert
wild, Lean upon me, my pure, my undented, Rest in that sheltering cleft, that home of love, My wounded side, thou weak and trembling
Dwell near my riven heart, which, rent for thee, Poured forth its living streams to set thee free
Keep thy robe white, nor stain its spotless hue, Be sober, prayerful, vigilant, and true. Soon shalt thou strike on high thy golden lyre, To swell the heavenly strain thy voice conspire." "Worthy the Lamb who died to set us free, Who bought with his heart's blood our endless liberty."
"Let my prayer be set forth before Thee as incense, and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice."—Psalm cxli. 2.
When the soft zephyr whispers through the
And the melodious choristers of Spring
wing In quiet rest, and the dim twilight creeps With deepening shadow o'er the sky, and
weeps The falling dew o'er the departing day, The closing flowers, the sun's last gilded ray; Then, Christian, in thy solitude repair To the still chamber,—'tis the hour of prayer. Now breathe the hidden feelings of thy soul, Now breathe thy griefs and cares without
control Into thy gracious Saviour's tender breast And His deep love shall soothe thy heart to
MORNING PRAISE. Wake, slumbering Christian, ero the first faint
blush Of morning tinge the sky with crimson flush; Ere nature and her train with beauty rife Spring in a joyous bound to light and life, And the glad sky-lark as she soars on high, With liquid sweetness trills her melody. As the bold eagle with unflinching gaze, Steers his swift course towards the sun's bright
rays, Plume thy souTs wings, and with a stedfast eye Mount up by faith to joys beyond the sky; Forget the things of earth, and upward move On holy pinions to thy home above, And let thy morning sacrifice ascend As fragrant incense to thy God and Friend, Till it descend upon thee in a shower Of heavenly blessings multiplied each hour.