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Happy souls! their praises flow
Waters in the desert rise,
Manna feeds them from the skies:
Who hast led them safe through all.
Lord, be mine this praise to win!
HENRY F. LYTE
The Heart's Song.
IN the silent midnight watches,
How it knocketh, knocketh, knocketh,
Knocketh evermore !
Say not 't is thy pulse's beating;
'Tis thy heart of sin— 'Tis thy Saviour knocks, and crieth: Rise, and let me in!
Death comes down with reckless footstep
Think you Death will stand a-knocking
CHRIST'S CALL TO THE SOUL.
Jesus waiteth, waiteth, waiteth,
Then 't is thine to stand entreating
Nay, alas! thou foolish virgin,
ARTHUR C. COXE.
Christ's Call to the Soul.
FAIR soul, created in the primal hour,
Once pure and grand,
And for whose sake I left my throne and power
By this sad heart pierced through because I love thee,
Cast off the sins thy holy beauty veiling,
Vain against thee the host of hell assailing;
Drink from my side the cup of life immortal,
I for thy sake was pierced with many sorrows,
Yet heeded not the galling of the arrows,
So faint not thou, whate'er the burden be:
PILGRIM burdened with thy sin,
Come the way to Zion's gate,
There, till mercy lets thee in,
Knock, and weep, and watch, and wait.
Weep! He loves the mourner's tears;
Wait-till heavenly light appears.
Hark! it is the Bridegroom's voice :
Safe, and sealed, and bought, and blest.
Sealed-by signs the chosen know,
Holy pilgrim! what for thee
In a world like this remain?
From thy guarded breast shall flee
Fear, and shame, and doubt, and pain.
Shame-from glory's view retire,
Pain-in endless bliss expire.
"LOOKED UPON PETER."
"Christ turned and looked upon Peter.”
THINK that look of Christ might seem to say—
ELIZABETH B. BROWNING.
"Looked upon Peter."
HAT might it be that glance could paint?
Was it that lightning thought retraced
Some hallowed hour beneath the moon?
Say, did that face, to memory's eye,
Or did the dews of agony
Still rest upon that brow divine?
I know not;--but I know a will
E'en now-without a look from thee!
SAMUEL M. WARING.
PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire,
Uttered or unexpressed;
The motion of a hidden fire
Prayer is the burthen of a sigh,—
Prayer is the simplest form of speech
Prayer the sublimest strains that reach
Prayer is the Christian's vital breath—
His watchword at the gates of death,
Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice
The saints in prayer appear as one