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He claims-and can'st thou still neglect
The calls of heavenly grace?
Wilt thou Messiah still reject-
The Saviour of thy race?—
Though first in lowliness he came,
The Great Iminanuel was his name.

No more a man of sorrows-see
He sits on David's throne!

A Conquerer now, he calls on thee
His victory to crown

With songs of thankfulness and praise,
And share his joys through endless days.

CONSOLATION

ON THE DEATH OF CHRISTIAN FRIENDS.

To those bright realms where sorrows cease,
Where all is joy, and love, and peace,
The friends are gone-then why complain?
Hereafter-We shall meet again.

Pursue the path- the narrow way,
Which leads to life, and endless day;
The prize press forward to obtain,
And doubt not--We shall meet again!

Though clouds may gather all around, And fright us with their dreadful sound; Though friends depart, and none remain, Yet, doubt not-We shall meet again!

Away those tears! no longer weep;
Jesus thy friends will safely keep;
O'er him Death will not, cannot reign;
And therefore-We shall meet again!

Believe on Him-let faith prevail-
His presence cheers the gloomy vale;
Death has no sting-its pow'r is slain,
Then doubt not-We shall meet again!

R. R. B.

THE CHRISTIAN'S LIFE-BOAT.

BY MISS AGNES STRICKLAND.

WHEN guilt's dread delusions and passions controul

And assail the frail bark of the tempesttost soul;

And pleasure's gay convoy is scattered and

gone,

And she drifts o'er the wild waves deserted and lone

What power can preserve her from wreck, while within

She sinks with her burden of sorrow and

sin;

As the lightnings of conscience reveal her dark path

Towards the gulph of destruction and billows of wrath.

Nay, fear not, sad vessel! though tempests deform

The vexed ocean of life-there's a hope midst the storm;

The Life-boat of Mercy, unpurchased and

free,

An ark of salvation, for lost ones like thee!

That Life-boat the love of a Saviour has

given,

Its passport is faith, and its harbour is Heaven;

Where the Christian finds rest from his conflicts and care,

And the sinner a refuge from endless despair!

CONCLUDING STANZAS.

BY BERNARD BARTON.

"WE MEET AGAIN!" A sound to love,
E'en as we pass through time;
But hop'd, for in a heaven above,
Oh! how much more sublime!
Like fragrance from a fading flower,
Like music's passing strain,
The fleeting rapture of an hour,
When here-We meet again!

'Tis cause of grateful joy to meet
With those we love below;
And feel they taste a bliss as sweet
As we ourselves can know :
Yet is that bliss like sunny gleams,
'Twixt frequent showers of rain;
So brief and bright its gladness seems,
When here We meet again!

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