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Why crowd ye cities forth? some reed to find,
C. H. Johnson.
Where Jordan rolls his flood,
The holy Baptist stood.
The people thronged to hear,
“The heavenly kingdom ’s near.”
His feet the waters lave;
The Baptist pours the wave.
Descending as a dove;
Proclaiming from above.-
On him my spirit rests;
Attend his high behests.
And still through distant lands
And honour His commands. T. Fletcher.
BEAUTIFUL. ONE thing have I desired of the Lord, that will I seek after; that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to be hold the beauty of the Lord, and to inquire in his temple.--Psalm xxvii. 4.
When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth.--Psalm W . 11.
Favour is deceitful, and beauty is rain: but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised.-Proverbs, m i. 30.
I have seen the travail, which God hath given to the sons of men to be exercised in it.
He hath made every thing beautiful in his time.--Ecclesiastes, iii. 10, 11.
Oh, what is Beauty's power?
It flourishes and dies;
Mute, mute is all,
O’er Beauty's fall; Her praise resounds no more, when mantled in her pall.
The most beloved on earth
Not long survives to-day;
Thus does the shade
In evening fade, When in forsaken tomb the form beloved is laid.
H. K. White.
Of man's vain beauty flies;
All that delights our eyes. J. Jsontgomery.
A sinful soul possessed of many gifts,
Tennyson. The beautiful, the beautiful!
Where do we find it not?
And lighteth every spot.
It glitters in the dew;
And in the flow'ret's hue.
We find its presence there;
It liveth every where.
Tho still and solemn night,
Their tribute of delight.
That brightens childhood's eye,
Whose hope is fix'd on high.
Hath chosen for its own, How beautiful! how beautiful!
Is every look and tone.
The young created earth,
The beautiful had birth.
And all to sadness given,
The smile that came from heaven!
To grace our earthly home, How beautiful-how beautiful Will be the world to come!
Anon. BELIEF-UNBELIEF. If ye will not believe, surely ye shall not be established.--Isaiah, vii. 9. Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief.--Mark, ix, 24.
Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, beliere also in me. --John, xiv. 1.
For what, if some did not believe! shall their unbelief make the faith of God without effect? God forbid.--Romans, iii, 3, 4.
God hath from the beginning chosen you to salvation, through sancti. fication of the Spirit and belief of the truth.--II. Thessalonians, ii. 13.
Such my belief. Oh, that thou would'st thy bold,
T. L. Merritt
R. Montgomery. Since fools alone all things believe
In cloister hatch'd, or college, Some, by believing nothing, think
They 're at the height of knowledge.
More faith than is supposed,
Reject not, but receive:
C. C. Colton.
BELLS. AND beneath upon the hem of it, thou shalt make pomegranates of blue, and of purple, and of scarlet, round about the hem thereof; and bells of gold between them round about.
And it shall be upon Aaron to minister: and his sound shall be heard when he goeth in unto the holy place before the Lord, and when he cometh out, that he die not --Exodus, Xxviii. 33, 35.
In that day shall there be upon the bells of the horses, Holiness unto the Lord.--Zechariah, xiv. 20.
What a deep murmur on the night-air swells,
What a clear tone draws irresistably
Proclaim ye Easter's dawn is drawing nigh?
That once, when o'er his sepulchre did close
The shades of night, from angel lips arose, Assurance of a covenant renew'd to mortals bringing.
* * What in your mighty sweetness, do you seek,
Ye tones of Heaven, with me that dwell in dust? Seek elsewhere mortals flexible and weak.
I hear the message, but I cannot trust; Faith's chosen child is the miraculous.
I dare not strive those distant spheres to gain, From whence these holy tidings came to us;
And yet it seems that long-remembered strain,
In youth, recalls me back to life again. The kiss of heavenly love upon me fell,
In the deep stillness of the sabbath calm, The heartfelt fullness of the sabbath bell,
A prayer to my glad soul sufficient balm, Beyond conception sweet; a holy longing
Drove me to wander forth through wood and mead; And in the thousand tear-drops warmly thronging,
I felt a world grow up, mine own indeed.
Of the spring feast once more the joy unfolds,
Me from the last dread step of all withholds. Oh sound, sound on, thou sweet celestial strain, The tears well forth, the earth hath me again.