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Like a deep tide Thy beauteous glories roll, And fill with heavenly joy my raptured soul. Shrined in my inmost heart, Thy name shall

be A bed of sweets, and holy fragrancy. Lord, I shall meet Thee soon, these mortal

eyes Withont a veil, shall see Thee in the skies! This earthly frame shall Thy full image bear, Know Thy deep love and all Thy glory share. The Father's grace chose a pure bride for thee, Ere worlds were made, or man was formed to

be; And every member of Thy church shall shine A living star, with lustre all divine; Shall dwell with Thee in ages yet to come, Bought by Thy blood to share Thy heavenly

home.

A CHRISTIAN WREATH.

THE INFANT JESUS.

"For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given, and the government shall be upon His shoulder; and His name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, the mighty God, the everlasting Father, the Prince of peace."—Isaiah is. 6.

"And thou shalt call His name Jesus: for He shall save His people from their sins."—Matt. i. 21.

'Tis eve, and wearied Nature sinks to rest,
The glorious sun sets in the golden west;
A soft dew falls on every herb and flower,
The warbling birds retire to tree and bower.

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In Judah's land, beneath an olive green,
Sits a young mother, calm: her thoughtful mien
Watching the slumbers of her infant boy,
With anxious love, and deep, yet chastened joy.
His drooping eyelids veil the closing eyes,
Clear as the sunny radiance of the skies;
His waving hair curls round His arched brow,
Kissing His dimpled cheeks, where slumber

now
Deepens the glowing red, and shews that care,
And dreams of agony, are absent there.
His little hand unclasped with native grace
Falls gently down, and in His baby face,
From passions dark, and evil tempers free,
Beam holy love, and sweet simplicity.
Happy his watchful mother, though her eye
Betrays a presage of futurity,
Which clouds her features, as she fain would

gaze And penerate the scenes of coming days.

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