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Beholding, while he suffer'd on,
Thy faith hath made thee whole ; so Jesus
spake, And straight the blind BEHELD THE FACE
No pow'r had he; no friendly aid
THE DUMB CURED.
Had they who watch'd and waited there,
But habit and tradition sway'd
His eves uplifted, and his hands close
Bethesda's pool has lost its pow'r !
HEALING OF THE DEMONIAC.
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,
How in their fiercest sway,
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
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
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,
O Jesus! once rock'd on the breast of the billow,
And, O! when the whirlwind of passion is raging,
JESUS WEEPING OVER
| O SALEM! who, in proud disdain,
My faithful prophets slew;
And soon, the cup of guilt to drain,
Their deeds of blood forgot.
And led them to eternal rest!
Which commanded the tempest to cease;
Within and without there was peace. | Thy glory now shall close;
Nor leave one trace of ruined state,
To tell where Salem rose.
Nor hail thy crown restor'd,
Whom thou hast sent, O Lord !”
| All deck'd with palms and strangely bright,
That suffering host appears ;
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
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 :
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-
Affection offers to the dead.
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.
The Father rises all supreme,
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,
But closer now, and closer grew
Didst thon regard the beggar's cry,
And give the blind to see?
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 ;