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Where the snorting sea-horse shows
May I, Lord, such matchless grace
To thee in faith and hope we pray;
Be thou our refuge and our stay.
As children to a father kind,
As suppliants to a gracious Lord, · We come in humble hope to find
The blessings promised in thy word.
Young, erring, weak,---where'er we go,
A thousand snares beset us round;
Subtle to tempt, and fierce to wound.
But thine the victory, thine the power,
From thee alone our help must spring Oh! shield us in the battle hour,
“Beneath the covert of thy wing.” Armed with thy sword, and girt with truth,
We need not fear though he assail ;
His fiery darts shall not prevail.
And when at last we shall receive
The palm of conquest, and the crown, To thee alone the praise we'll give,
And cast them, Lord, before thy throne. MATTHEW XI. 25.
In the mines of deep science thou dost not
conceal Thegem of salvation, more precious than gold; But even to babes will thy spirit reveal The secrets to spotless archangels untold.
The fair tree of life, full of verdure and bloom, Casts over our path its far-spreading shoots; And even the hand of a child may presume To gather its blossoms, and take of its fruits.
As the child of thy bounty I come to be fed; My soul has been famished and weary before; But now to green pastures my footsteps are
led, I shall faint and be hungry and thirsty no more.
Anecdote of a Japanese woman. 213
Gallows, the 21
Last moments of Mr. John Janeway, 137
Martyrdom of John Bertrand. 155
Narrow escape. 256
On a Red-breast. 13