Most wondrous book! bright candle of the Lord!
Star of eternity! the only star
By which the bark of man could navigate
The sea of life, and gain the coast of bliss
Securely; only star which rose in time
And on its dark and troubled billows, still
As generation driving swiftly by,
Succeeding generation, threw a ray
Of heaven's own light, and to the hills of God-
The everlasting hills-pointed the sinner's eye.
By prophets, seers, and priests, and sacred bards,
Evangelists, apostles, men inspired,
And by the Holy Ghost anointed, set
Apart and consecrated to declare
On earth the counsels of the Eternal one,
This book—this holiest, this sublimest book
Was sent. Heaven's will, Heaven's code of laws entire
To man, this book contained; defined the bounds
Of vice and virtue, and of life and death;
And what was shadow, what was substance taught.
This book-this holy book, in every line
Marked with the seal of high divinity,
On every leaf bedewed with drops of love
Divine, and with the eternal heraldry
And signature of God Almighty stamped,
From first to last; this ray of sacred light,
This lamp from off the everlasting throne,
Mercy brought down, and in the night of time
Stands casting on the dark her gracious bow,
And evermore beseeching men with tears
And earnest sighs, to read, believe, and live.

Hast thou ever heard Of such a book? The author God Himself; The subject, God and man, salvation, life, And death-eternal life-eternal death. Pollok.

The priest-like father reads the sacred page,

How Abram was the friend of God on high; Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage

With Amalek's ungracious progeny;

Or how the Royal Bard did groaning lie,

Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry;

Or wrapt Isaiah's wild seraphic fire;
Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme,

How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He who bore in Heaven the second name,

Had not, on earth, whereon to lay His head; How His first followers and servants sped;

The precepts sage they wrote to many a land: How he who, lone in Patmos banished,

Saw, in the sun, a mighty angel stand; And heard great Bab’lon's doom pronounced by · Heaven's command.

Look, Christian! in thy bible, and that glass
Which sheds its sands through minutes, hours, and

And years; it speaks not: yet methinks it says
To every human heart— "So mortals pass
On to their dark and silent grave!” Alas!

For man:-an exile upon earth he stays,
Weary, and wandering through benighted ways;
To-day in strengh, to-morrow like the grass
That withers at his feet. Lift up thy head,

Poor pilgrim, toiling in this vale of tears; That book declares whose blood for thee was shed,

Who died to give thee life; and though thy years Pass like a shade, pointing to thy death-bed,

Out of the deep thy cry an angel hears,
And by his guiding hand thy steps to heaven are led.

W. Lisle Bowles.
A book there is, of ancient date,
Wnere all the truly wise and great
Have found the pearls of wisdom spread,
Like gems upon the ocean-bed.
Brighter than Californian gold,
Are deeds inspired apostles told,
Greater than all that Milton thought,
Are truths that saints and prophets taught.
Oh; be it ours from tender age,
To gather wisdom from its page.-J. Burbidge.

BIRTH-BORN. JUDAH prevailed above his brethren, and of him came the chief ruler; but the birthright was Joseph's..-I. Chronicles, v. 2.

Shall I bring to the birth, and not cause to bring forth? saith the Lord.--Isaiah, lxvi. 9.

And thou shalt have joy and gladness; and many shall rejoice at his birth.--Luke, i. 14. Marvel not that I said unto thee, Ye must be born again.

The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit.- John, iii. 7, 8.

My little children, of whom I travail in birth again until Christ be formed in you.--Galatians, iv. 19.

Whosoever is born of God doth not commit sin; for his seed remaineth in him: and he cannot sin, because he is born of God.--I. John, iii. 9.

ORIENT light, Exhaling first from darkness, they beheld, Birthday of heaven and earth.


Thou hast been found
By merit, more than birthright, Son of God.

While no baseness in my breast I find,
I have not lost the birthright of my mind.

Dryden. They tell me 'tis my birthday, and I'll keep it With double pomp of sadness; 'Tis what the day deserves which brought me forth.

Dryden. Mysterious love! that thou must recommence Life and existence, and be born anew, Born both of water and of spirit, whence Spirit comes only, as flesh must flesh ensue: And where it lists the wind shall blow, whose sound Thou hearest, but know'st not-none ever knewWhence cometh it, nor whither it is bound; And no man hath ascended into heaven But he who thence came down, and bore the wound, And perished that the world might be forgiven.

J. Å. Heraud.

Let us learn the wondrous story,

Of our great Redeemer's birth; Spread the brightness of His glory,

Till it cover all the earth. Hasten mortals to adore Him, Till in heaven ye sing before Him. Cawood. Are all the memories of life

Buried when life has fled?
Are we forbid to keep again

The birthdays of the dead?
Time was when each successive year

Brought one bright day of mirth,
The looked-for anniversary

Of some belov'd one's birth.
The birthday feasts of childhood's age,

The feasts of riper years,
Remind us of like youthful joys

Remembered now with tears.
For they with whom those days were spent,

Have done with all on earth,
The fond home circle 's broken up

That hailed each day of birth.
Yet as the days come round again

Marked with affection's seal,
Once more we think of those we've lost,

Once more their presence feel.
The blessed spirits now in Heaven,

May not such cycles keep,
Time metes not out their happiness,

They know not night or sleep.
Yet may they still retain the thoughts

Commemorating birth,
And haply still they keep in Heaven

The calendar of Earth.
Far off are they, but still towards them

Our loving arms we spread,
And ever in our hearts we'll keep
The birthdays of the dead.

George E. Shirley.

BLESSING-BLESSEDNESS-BLESS. I WILL bless the Lord at all times: his praise shall continually be in my mouth.-Psalm xxxiv. 1.

Blessed are they that dwell in thy house: they will be still praising thee.

Blessed is the man whose strength is in thee.-Psalm lxxxiv. 4, 5.

Blessings are upon the head of the just, but violence covereth the mouth of the wicked.-Proverbs, x. 6.

The blessing of the Lord, it maketh rich, and he addeth no sorrow with it.- Proverbs, x. 22.

Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God.—Matthew, v. 8.

I say unto you, love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you.-Matthew, v. 44.

Blessing; knowing that ye are thereunto called, that ye should inherit a blessing.-I. Peter, 'iii. 9.

O ALL-SUFFICIENT, All-Beneficent! Thou God of Goodness and of glory, hear! Thou who to lowest minds dost condescend, Assuming passions to enforce thy laws, Adopting jealousy to prove thy love! Thou who resigned humility upholdest, E'en as the florist props the drooping rose; But quellest tyrannic pride with peerless power, E'en as the tempest drives the stubborn oak! O All-sufficient, All-beneficent! Thou God of goodness and of glory, hear! Bless all mankind, and bring them in the end To heaven, to immortality, and Thee! Smart.

O my soul, with all thy powers,

Bless the Lord's most holy name;
O my soul, till life's last hours,
Bless the Lord, his praise proclaim;

Thine infirmities He healed;

He thy peace and pardon sealed.
As in heaven, his throne and dwelling,

King on earth He holds his sway;
Angels, ye in strength excelling,
Bless the Lord, his voice obey;

All his works beneath the pole,
Bless the Lord, with thee, my soul.

J. Montgomery.

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