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upon me, with agonizing recollections of my wife and child, and excite in my breast emotions so depressing, as to render me unfit for social intercourse.-But my time in this vale of tears will not be long. The little strength I have diminishes every day ; and my feeble body is becoming more and more debilitated. But, praised be the name of the Lord ! I have a hope of another and a better world ; and can look through the dark vista of the grave, with the joyful anticipations of one day joining that blessed society, who are employed in ascribing glory and honour and power and dominion to Him that sitteth upon the Throne, and to the Lamb for ever !”
He thus ended his affecting narrative.We mingled our tears we prayed together --and parted.
The grave has since closed over his sorrows. The next time I visited the neighbourhood of Shenstone's Leasowes, I inquired after My Poor School-master; and was informed, he had closed his earthly pilgrimage, and had entered on the rest which remains for the people of God."
A PRAYER TO THE HOLY
TO GOD THE FATHER.
FATHER of light ! Eternity is Thine !
Heal my disease, or mitigate my pain,
dear Son, Accept me there, when this short life is
done ! And land, O land me on that happy shore, Where tears, and pain, and sorrow are no
TO GOD THE SON.
Jesus, Redeemer of mankind, who came From heaven, despising sorrow, death, and
shame; Who left the glories of th’Almighty throne, And heavenly joys to mortal sense un
known, To save mankind-Redemption was Thy
care, O Love divine! redemption is my prayer! Saviour! Redeemer! while I call on Thee, Oh! cast an eye of pitying love on me! Heal, for Thou canst, since thus it is re
veal'd; Speak, Lord, the word Thy servant shall
be heal’d. But I forbear. Submissive to Thy will, 1 bid my plaintive sorrows all be still: Yet give me strength my sufferings to
endure, Oh, wash my sins away, and make me pure: Pure thro' Thy blood ! On this may I rely, Firm in this faith, and steadfast till I die!
TO GOD THE HOLY GHOST.
O HOLY SPIRIT! hear my humble voice, And in Thy comforts let my soul rejoice. Pure, unexhausted source of Love divine ! The name of COMFORTER is justly Thine. Hear Thou, my God! 0 ! let Thy grace
be shed In showers abundant on my weary head.
Oh! never from my erring soul depart; But guide my thoughts, and sanctify my
heart. Such are the comforts I implore from Thee: Oh may these blessings be bestowed on me. Blessings like these will sooth my latest
days; Mine be the blessing! but be thine the
praise ! My feeble voice shall join the heavenly host To praise Thee, Father, Son, and Holy
THE SABBATH'S EVENING HOUR.
BY H, C. DEAKIN.
The Moon is up! the Moon is up!
In yonder silent sky
With its unveiled eye.