He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure;

And with the treasure of his
Enrich the humble poor.

grace

Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With the beloved name.

39. C. M.

METHODIST.

"O, let the nations be glad, and sing for joy!"

Psalm lxvii. 4.

MORTALS, awake! with angels join,

And chant the solemn lay!
Joy, love, and gratitude combine
To hail the auspicious day.

In heaven the rapturous song began;
And sweet seraphic fire

Through all the shining legions ran,
And strung and tuned the lyre.

Swift through the vast expanse it flew,
And loud the echo rolled;

The theme, the song, the joy, was new,

'T was more than heaven could hold.

Down through the portals of the sky
Th' impetuous torrent ran;
And angels flew, with eager joy,
To bear the news to man.

With joy the chorus we repeat;
Glory to God on high!

Good-will and peace are now complete,
And heaven to earth brought nigh.

40.

C. M.

EXETER COLLECTION.

"Behold! a voice out of the cloud, which said, 'This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased. Hear ye him.'"- Matthew xvii. 5.

SEE, from on high, a light divine
On Jesus' head descend,

And hear the sacred voice from heaven,
That bids us all attend.

"This is my well-beloved Son,"
Proclaimed the voice divine;

“Hear him,” his Heavenly Father said,
"For all his words are mine."

His mission thus confirmed from heaven,
The great Messiah came,

And heavenly wisdom showed to man,
In God his Father's name.

The path of heavenly peace he showed,
That leads to bliss on high;
Where all his faithful followers here
Shall live, no more to die.

41. 10s. M.

MRS. JOANNA BAILLIE.

"And he said unto her, 'Weep not.' bier; and they that bare it stood still. unto thee, Arise.'" — Luke vii. 13, 14.

And he came and touched the And he said, 'Young man, I say

In silent sorrow, from the gates of Nain, Bearing their dead (the widow's only son), A band of friends went forth, and with that train

E'en she, the most bereft, moved sadly on.

But when the Lord beheld that mournful sight, He had compassion on her; from him broke Soft tenderness of soul, with saving might; And "Weep not" were the gracious words he spoke.

In deep affliction, 't is that voice we hear, When pitying, helpless friends keep silence

round;

Weep not! there 's saving power, there's comfort near,

That will, e'en in the darkest hour, be found.

It is an hour of darkest, deepest woe,

When those we love are severed from our

side;

Yet weep not, for we soon and surely go Upon their steps, led by the same blest Guide.

Thank God! He who beheld the widow's grief, And touched the bier, and from death's bands set free

Her only son, hath for all woes relief, And "Weep not" are the words he speaks to thee.

42.

L. M.

SIR J. E. SMITH.

"Lo, it is I; be not afraid."- Matthew xiv. 27.

WHEN power divine in mortal form
Hushed with a word the raging storm,
In soothing accents Jesus said,
"Lo, it is I; be not afraid."

So when in silence nature sleeps,
And his lone watch the mourner keeps,
One thought shall every pang remove,—
Trust, feeble man, thy Maker's love.

God calms the tumult and the storm;
He rules the seraph and the worm :
No creature is by him forgot,

Of those who know, or know him not.

And when the last dread hour shall come,
While shuddering nature waits her doom,
This voice shall wake the pious dead,—
"Lo, it is I; be not afraid."