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first-born followed, he clung with an intensity of affection to his remaining treasure. His surviving child was smitten down by sickness, and for a time life and death trembled in the scale. His trial was severe, for his child died, but his faith failed not. His frame was worn with anxiety, his face pallid with painful emotion, and the sharp arrow of affliction was deeply embedded in his heart; yet not a murmur fell from his lips; but, on the contrary, resignation to and acquiescence in the will of his heavenly Father, were meekly manifested in his words and his deeds.

There is a blessed grief that all transcends;

That knows too well how much has passed away Of happiness and bliss; yet meekly bends And bows submissive o'er its kindred clay: Chasten'd and humbled by the trial past,

The bleeding bosom heaves a conscious sigh; But Faith is seen to smile amid the blast,

And rebe' thoughts and idol passions die.

That such as live only for this world, and have no Christian hope either for themselves or their children, should be overwhelmed with affliction under bereavements, can hardly be cause of wonder; but followers of the Redeemer, though they may lament the loss of those dear to them, cannot sorrow without hope, without

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denying their Christian profession. He that can say, "I know that my Redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth : and though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God;" "God will redeem my soul from the power of the grave;" and "I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that He is able to keep that which I have committed unto him against that day," should be ever ready, without inordinate grief, to give up his friends, his children, his wife, and himself, into the hands of a faithful Creator and Redeemer.

Christian the loss of children may be among the thorns in thy pathway through the world; but though they may wound thee, yet look unto thy Lord, and he shall give thee not only patience to endure them, but also strong consolation, and hope, and faith, and peace, and heavenly joy.

A NEW CAROL FOR CHRISTMAS DAY.

AWAKE! for this is Christmas morn,

And raise your voices high,

To celebrate the Son of God
Descending from the sky.
Ye winged Hallelujahs rise,
The Lord of life proclaim;
Ye loud Hosannas rend the skies,
And magnify his name.

Did bright-eyed, burning seraphim,
Attend him on his way,

And, flashing round his radiant car,
The living lightning play?
Did glittering stars adorn the crown
That deck'd his sacred head,
And glowing skies with purple dyes
Their robes around him spread?

No seraph waved his shining wing;
No splendour round him roll'd;
The Prince of peace among us came
A child of mortal mould.

Ye winged Hallelujahs rise,
The Lord of life proclaim;

Ye loud Hosannas rend the skies,
And magnify his name.

In pity, tenderness, and love,

He came to save mankind,
Yet was he branded with reproach,
And scorn'd by bigots blind.

They bound his brow with cruel thorns,
And fill'd with savage glee,

Reviled him with their bitter taunts
And nail'd him to the tree.

As mute and meekly as the lamb
Adorn'd for slaughter goes,
The dying Saviour bows his head
Amid his cruel foes.

Ye winged Hallelujahs rise,
The Lord of life proclaim;
Ye loud Hosannas rend the skies,
And magnify his name.

But see, he rises; rolls away

The dark sepulchral stone,

And triumphs over death, and reigns
On heaven's eternal throne;
Where angels, as they wave their wings,

Their notes of rapture raise,

And cherubim and seraphim

Delight to sing his praise.

Then let the throng with grateful song

Be merry while they may,

And bid the crowd rejoice aloud,

For this is Christmas day.

Ye winged Hallelujahs rise,

The Lord of life proclaim;

Ye loud Hosannas rend the skies, And magnify his name.

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