Christ Stilling the Tempest. FEAR was within the tossing bark, And men stood breathless in their dread, But One was there, who rose and said And the wind ceased-that conquering word And slumber settled on the deep, And silence on the blast, As when the righteous fall asleep, Thou that didst rule the angry hour, 18 MESSIAH'S ADVENT. Thou that didst bow the billow's pride Thy mandates to fulfil, So speak to Passion's raging tide, MRS. HEMANS. Messiah's Adgent. He came not in his people's day When awe-struck nations owned their sway, The elements of earth and heaven Pillar and cloud Jehovah gave, MESSIAH S ADVENT. Behold them-pilgrim-tribes no more— A temple and a throne : Not then, but in their hour of shame, 19 Woe, want, and weakness—then “he came.” Not in the earthquake's rending force, Not in the blasting fire; Not in the strong wind's rushing course, The still small voice, the hovering dove, Of life the Way, of light the Spring, Redeemer, Prophet, Priest, and King— And Zion's favoured eye grown dim, She saw the manger and the tree, And scornful cried-"Can this be He ?" ANON. Best Wishes. WHо art thou, stranger! Nay, read on, Or in their spring-it matters not; Life is a sea of stormy pain; Thou know'st it or thou soon wilt know; Thine be the faith that braves the main, When its most angry tempests blow; Thine anchor cast within the veil; Thine be the love-refined from sense- And be thy best affections giv'n Thine be the refuge-ever found By them who seek in faith and prayer -From all the trials that abound Throughout this wilderness of care. The faithfulness of Him, whose love Storms cannot quench, nor death remove. THE MERCIES OF REDEMPTION. Thine be the meekness of the flower That bows its head before the blast; Increase in wisdom and in power; Be lowliness around thee cast; -Thy faith and love, like flames of fire Trembling, the higher they aspire. And when thy Master calls thee,-thine, The Merries of Redemption. O CAN such charms be left to waste, Alas! in vain,-if outward sense 21. ANON. |