Of His eventful life, till, lost in thought, I can forgive the worshipper who bows It has to teach the heart. For ever, as I It teacheth me: gaze, I see the LORD In some great scene He mingled in on earth, And I am taken back amid the crowd That hung upon his path in Holy Land. The vision deepens let me write it here: 'Twas evening in Judea. Through the day The Saviour taught the people, and the crowd Old men all their infirmities forgot, And swelled the number of His anxious train: Women were there, for He, whose voice they heard, Was unto them invested with a garb That won their gentle hearts with magic power. All classes had their representatives: The artisan forgot his implements — SUFFER LITTLE CHILDREN TO COME UNTO ME. 3 The hewers and the drawers left their toil — Thus through the day, untired, the Saviour toiled, What sought they of the Saviour, that they bore Who yet rebuked them that they still pursued. He gently turned, rebuking them instead, And then He stood, while, round His sacred feet, With a peculiar holiness and love, He prays, And to His Father doth commend the lambs How blest those mothers as from His embrace They took again their children to their own! How blest those children, into whose young hearts The Spirit of their Holy Saviour stole ! And so the Lord passed on, ere long to be The King in mockery as I see Him now. THE TEMPEST STILLED. BY THE REV. I. GILBORNE LYONS, LL. D. THE strong winds burst on Judah's sea, When o'er that bark the loud waves roar'd, He said, "Ye waters, peace, be still!" As wild herds rest on field and hill, And turning to the startled men 66 These words of righteous chiding, "O ye, who thus fear wreck and death, As if by Heaven forsaken, How is it that ye have no faith, Or faith so quickly shaken?" Then, then, those doubters saw with dread And winds and waves obey Him!" |