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"Great God, with wonder and with praise,
On all thy works I look;
But still thy wisdom, power, and grace,
Shine brighter in thy Book."-WATTs.
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JOSEPH SOLD BY HIS BRETHREN, 7
JOSEPH CAST INTO PRISON, - 8
THE CUP FOUND IN BENJAMIN'S SACK, - 9
THE MEETING OF JACOB AND JOSEPH, 10
MOSES IN THE BULRUSHES, 11
MOSES BEFORE PHARAOH, 12
MOSES STRIKETH THE ROCK, 13
THE BRAZEN SERPENT, 14
THE NATIVITY, 15
CHRIST IN THE TEMPLE, 16
MIRACULOUS DRAUGHT OF FTSIIES, 17
JAIRUS' DAUGHTER RAISED, 18
THE POOL OF BETHESDA, 19
CHRIST WALKING ON THE SEA, 20
CHRIST BLESSING LITTLE CHILDREN - 21
JESUS BEFORE PILATE, - 22
CRUCIFIXION OF OUR SAVIOUR, 23
JOHN THE BAPTIST, 24
CAPTURE OF JERUSALEM, 26
SOLDIERS ENTERING THE TEMPLE,- 27
OVERTHROW OF PHARAOH'S HOST, 28
MOUNT IOR: THE BURIAL-PLACE OF AARON,
THE WARS OF THE JEWS, -
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Bread of the world in mercy broken,
Wine of the soul in mercy shed!
By whom the words of life were spoken,
And in whose death our sins are dead!
Children, in the right, be bold,
Our Father seeth great and small.
Joseph, by envious brethren sold,
God raised above them all.
Falsely accused, in prison cast,
Joseph still trusts the Lord;
Soon honor, power, and wealth all past
Faith and good works, reward.
Here Joseph by pretended loss,
His brethren to repentance moves;
Rousing at once their fierce remorse
And proving their fraternal love.
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Joseph, long mourned as dead,
To Jacob's arms restored,
The aged patriarch bows his head,
In heartfelt thanks to God.
Israel her murdered sons bemoans,-
By Pharaoh's wicked edict slain,-
God, pitying, hears their sighs and groans,
And stretcheth out his arm again.
Moses preserved and wisely taught,
His people out of bondage brought.
But first before the hardened King,
He appears his wondrous power to show,
And smote the land,
On every hand,
With plague and blast,
Until at last
Pharaoh consents to let them go.
'Mid arid sands and burning rays,
With parched tongue and eyeball dim,
The Hebrew turned his trembling gaze
Upon the rock of Rephidim.
The rod is waved-the rock is riven-
The streams descend its smitten side;
Ten thousand hail the gift of Heaven,
And eager drink the gushing tide.
Through the wilderness, journeying slow,
The Israelites rebellious grow;
And even pine to be once more
Egyptian bondsmen, as before.
God punishes their wicked desire
By fearful plagues, and serpents of fire
Ravage the camp, till in dismay,
The people for forgiveness pray.
Moses then fashions a serpent of brass,
And rears it high upon a crog~cfJ
And through the camp commandiid give,
"Let all the smitten look and live."
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Cold on His cradle the dewdrops are shining,
Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall;
Angels adore Him in slumber reclining,
Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all!
At twelve years old he talked with men,
(The Jews all wondering stand;)
Yet he obeyed his Mother then,
And came at her command.
They lower the net once more,
At their Saviour's gracious command;
And so large a draught take,
Behold the net. brake,
And can scarcely be drawn to the land.
Moved by his power and wondering,
They leave their ship and follow him.
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In grief and dread, around her bed,
Friends are weeping.
"She is not dead," the Saviour said,
"She is sleeping."
Faithless, they scorn the word of One
Who could not lie.
He bids begone; and, left alone,
His power will try.
"Maiden arise," the Saviour cries:
She sleeps no more.
With tearful eyes, her mother flies
The Lord to adore.
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Years at the pool the cripple lies,
Waiting some friendly hand in vain,
The healing waters to apply,
Restoring strength and soothing pain.
SArise, take up thy bed and walk !"
Is Christ's command: these words of power
Rebuke disease, the man goes forth,
-Made sound and whole from this same hour.
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Christ walking on the sea by night,
Fills his disciples with affright.
"Lo !" one unto another said,
"Behold, a spirit from the dead!"
"Nay," was the Saviour's calm reply,
"Fear not, children, it is I."
Gentle Jesus, meek and mild,
Look upon a little child;
Pity my simplicity,
Suffer me to come to thee.
Buffeted, bound, and spit upon,
Crowned with thorns and hailed in scorn,
Meekly he suffered contempt and pain,
And though often reviled, reviled not again.
Have we no tears to shed for Him,
While soldiers scoff and Jews deride ?
Ah look how patiently He hangs,-
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified!
Death came and Jesus meekly bowed;
His falling eyes He strove to guide
With mindful love to Mary's face;-
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified!
Blessed Saint, of snow-white purity!
Dweller in wastes forlorn!
Mightiest of the Martyr host on high!
Greatest of Prophets born!
Thy cross thou bearest now
An iron yoke is on thy neck,
And blood is on thy brow;
Thy golden crown, the crown of truth,
Thou didst reject as dross,
And now thy cross is on thee laid-
The crescent is thy cross!
* The Roman arms,
On every side arrayed,
'Mid combats fierce and dire alarms
Are gloriously displayed.
The massive walls and turrets high,
Which tremble now beneath the blows,
And quail before their mighty foes,
Seemingly feel destruction nigh.
And now the temple is the goal
To which the waves of carnage roll.
There bursts the thunder-storm of war,
There missiles rattle,
And shouts of wrath are heard afar,
Amid the battle.
A :in the prophet stretched his dreadful wand:
V ith one wild crash the thundering waters sweep,
And all is waves-a dark and lonely deep:
Yet o'er those lonely waves such murmurs passed,
As mortal wailing swelled the nightly blast.
And strange and sad the whispering surges bore
The groans of Egypt to Arabia's shore.
No one of all the mighty host-
Such was the Father's stern command-
No one who left the Egyptian coat,
Shall sojourn in the "Promised Land."
Faithless, rebellious, their long journey through,
Each step was marked by the avenger-death;
At last-the "' Promised Land" in view,
Aaron, with calmness, yielded up his breath.
How like a fiend may man be made,
Plying the foul and monstrous trade,
Whose harvest-field is human life,
Whose sickle is the reeking sword!
Quenching, with reckless hands, in blood,
Sparks kindled by the breath of God,
J. G. WHITTIER.
RUINS OF ANCIENT TYRE.
" DAMASCUS THE GREAT! DAMASCUS THE HOLY !"
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Suppose these little owls could speak,
What do you think they would say ?
Oh! mother! that nice mouse in your beak
Give us to eat, we pray.
I leave you to imagine, if you can,
More unsoldierlike soldiers than these
What is the name of this pale-looking
You could not guess, children, if you
tried all night.
I very much fear this ship will go down,
And all the crew on board will drown.
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Death cometh alike to all,
Good and bad, great and small.
These children were all by the bear attacked,
Which might have been a serious matter,
But the brave little girl drove him off
With a few ladles of boiling hot water.
Help! help! this boy will drown;
Don't you see he's going down ?
Into the river this boy threw his stick,
And his pretty dog Ponto brought it
These are the wicked men of blood
Who left those sweet "babes in the
Hush, little darling, do not cry;
Don't you see that mother is nigh?
Give him to me, nurse, he will be good,
While you go and get his food.
What a pretty group is here!
Mother and her children dear.
Here's the clown, or buffoon, or fool of the Court,
One whose whole business 'tis to make sport.
You see by the sky
'Tis nearly sunset,
But the old man and Fi
Have far to go yet.
Pity the beggar! think how sad you would be,
If you were as poor and as friendless as she.
N is for Nightingale,
D is for Darling,
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King Richard-the lion-hearted knight-
Matchless in valor, unequalled in fight.
Poor little orphans! how sad is the
Of those who no father nor mother
Though when left alone, God will not
But under his care most tenderly take
Naughty boys! why will you fight?
You surely know it is not right.
Two little birdies on a tree,
As merry and happy as they can be.
John, let little Tommy look
At the pictures in his book:
Having seen all the pictures, and every rhyme read,
He called the good nurse to put him to bed.
'Though this little girl is alone in
She is not afraid, because she is
There! you've spilled your little
You're a careless fellow, Johnny
Fanny and Granny.
Is not this a motley looking crew?
What do you suppose they are about to do ?
iMy father is very kind
And often takes me on
Here are Florence and Kate, at the river's
Each with a mug, from which to rink.
Get out of my sight!
You're a perfect fright.
Both young and old love Susie Earl,
A kind, industrious, thoughtful girl.
This is John Place, I happen
'Though he has colored his
face as black as a crow.
Charlie and John have some
seeds from their aunt,
Which grandfather is show-
ing them how to plant,
This singular-looking but useful
Is called a Camel, and comes
from the East.
Charley to-day is full of glee;
His brother has bought him a
horse, you see.
A man and a woman, and three children, or more,
Are a pretty good load for one donkey, I'm sure.
This boy is up on the table, you see,
Which is a singular place for a boy to be.
He wanted to know what was in the urn,
And his father put him up there to learn.
I'm laughing to think what tracks
If you chanced to meet this rattle-
I want to go,
You hurt me so.