52.—11, 10.

The Widow of Nain.

WAKE not, O mother, sounds of lamentation! Weep not, O mother, weep not hopelessly! Strong is His arm, the Bringer of Salvation; Strong is the Word of God to succour thee.

Bear forth the cold corpse; slowly, slowly bear him,

Hide his pale features with the sable pall; Chide not the sad one wildly weeping near him, Widowed and childless, she has lost her all.

Why pause the mourners? who forbids our weeping?

Who the dark pomp of sorrow has delayed? Set down the bier! he is not dead, but sleeping! Young man, arise!' He spake and was obeyed!

Change then, O sad one! grief to exultation; Worship and fall before Messiah's knee; Strong was His arm, the Bringer of Salvation:

rong was the Word of God to succour thee!

53.—8.8.6.

It is I, be not afraid.

OFT when the waves of passion rise,
And storms of life conceal the skies,
And o'er the ocean sweep;
Tossed in the long tempestuous night,
We feel no ray of heavenly light,
To cheer the lonely deep.

But lo! in our extremity
The Saviour walking on the sea!
E'en now he passes by!

He silences our clamorous fear,
And mildly says, 'Be of good cheer,
Be not afraid, 'tis I.'

Ah Lord! if it be thou indeed,
So near us in our time of need,

So good, so strong to save ;Speak the kind word of power to me, Bid me believe, and come to thee, Swift-walking on the wave.

He bids me come! his voice I know, And boldly on the waters go,

And brave the tempest's shock:

O'er rude temptations now I bound; The billows yield a solid ground,

The wave is firm as rock!

Come in, come in, thou Prince of Peace!
And all the storms of sin shall cease
And fall, no more to rise :

O if thy spirit still remain,

Our rest on distant shores we gain,
Our haven in the skies.

54.-7s.

He said unto the sea, ' Peace, be still.'

LORD! thou didst arise and say
To the troubled waters, 'Peace!'
And the tempest died away:

Down they sank, the foamy seas;
And a calm and heaving sleep
Spread o'er all the glassy deep;
All the azure lake serene
Like another heaven was seen.

Lord thy gracious word repeat
To the billows of the proud:
Quell the tyrant's martial heat,

Quell the fierce and changing crowd:
Then the earth shall find repose
From its restless strife and woes;
And an imaged heaven appear
On our world of darkness here.

55.-7s.

Lord! that I may receive my sight.

LORD! we sit and cry to thee,
Like the blind beside the
way:
Make our darkened souls to see
The glory of thy perfect day:
Lord! rebuke our sullen night,
And give thyself unto our sight.

Lord! we do not ask to gaze

On our dim and earthly sun; But the light that still shall blaze

When every star its course hath run;

The glory of thy blest abode,

The uncreated light of God.

56.-7s.

He hath sent me to heal the broken-hearted.

THOU dost come, all-healing Lord,
Thou dost speak, and lo! thy word
Maketh Truth o'er Falsehood strong,
Maketh Right prevail o'er Wrong.

Towards thine own the master yearneth,
Lo! the slave becometh free!
Sacrifice the needy learneth,
And the rich man charity.

43.-L.M.

When they saw the star they rejoiced with exceeding great joy.

When marshalled on the nightly plain

The glittering host bestud the sky,
One star alone, of all the train,

Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.

Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks
From every host, from every gem;
But one alone the Saviour speaks,
It is the Star of Bethlehem.

Once on the raging seas I rode,

The storm was loud, the night was dark,
The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed
The wind that tossed my foundering bark.

Deep horror then my vitals froze,
Deathstruck, I ceased the tide to stem;
When suddenly a star arose,

It was the Star of Bethlehem.

It was my guide, my light, my all,
It bade my dark forebodings cease ;
And through the storm and danger's thrall
It led me to the port of peace.

Now safely moored, my perils o'er,
I'll sing, first in night's diadem,

For ever, and for evermore,

The Star! the Star of Bethlehem!