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Grows brighter still; for on his ravished ear
"Blessed Martyr! now prepare
"Patience, Martyr, fix thine eye
The damp cold dews of death stand on his
brow, And his pale face grows paler, but his soul Is filled with joy as ho commits his spirit To his Creator; while his parting breath Prays for his savage murderers—thus he dies.
"He stayeth his rough wind in the day of the east wind."—Isa. xxvii. 8.
Through weary nights of aching pain,
Dear Saviour, thou art ever near
When the cold east wind sweepeth past,
Oh! teach us while we sojourn here,
"For He knoweth our frame, he remembereth that we are dust."—Psalm ciii. 14.
Our Father knows these mortal frames, for
cry, His peaceful Spirit, as a radiant dove, Folds His bright wings, and soothes their
misery. Jesus, my Saviour-God, to Thee I cling, I know Thy love, Thy boundless sympathy; Swift as the home-bound bird, my soul shall
spring From earth below, and wing her way to TheeELIJAH.
"And he came thither unto a cave, and lodged there; and behold, the word of the Lord came to him, and He said unto him, What doest thou here, Ely ah?
"And he said, I have been very jealous for the Lord God of Hosts; for the children of Israel have forsaken Thy covenant, thrown down Thine altars, and slain Thy prophets with the sword; and I, even I only, am left; and they seek my life to take it away.
"And He said, Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the Lord. And behold, the Lord passed by; and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind; and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake;
"And after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire; and after the fire a still small voice.
"And it was so, when Elijah heard it, that he wrapped his face in his mantle, and went out; and atood in the entering in of the cave. And behold,