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The Altar and the School. LUNT. WHEN driven by oppression's rod, Our fathers fled beyond the sea, Their care was first to honor God, And next to leave their children free.

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Entire Trust. Mrs. WILLARD. ROCKED in the cradle of the deep, I lay me down in peace to sleep; Secure I rest upon the wave, For thou, O Lord, hast power to save.

I know thou wilt not slight my call, For thou dost mark the sparrow's fall; And calm and peaceful is my sleep, Rocked in the cradle of the deep.

And such the trust that still were mine, Tho' stormy winds swept o'er the brine, Or though the tempest's fiery breath Rouse me from sleep to wreck and death!

13. Jesus Preaching the Gospel. Bowring. How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound From lips of gentleness and grace, As list'ning thousands gathered round, And joy and rev'rence filled the place.

From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke,

To heaven he led his followers' way; Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke, Unveiling an immortal day.

"Come wand'rers to my Father's home, Come, all ye weary ones and rest!'' Yes! sacred teacher, we will come, Obey thee, love thee, and be blest.

Decay, then, tenements of dust!

Pillars of earthly pride, decay!
A nobler mansion waits the just,
And Jesus has prepared the way.

14. Influence of Christian Woman. Bacon, "WHERE'ER my Gospel is proclaimed, Through the long ages yet to be, There shall this deed of love be named Which she this hour hath done for me."

Lord, while our eyes on Mary rest, And see the precious perfume poured, With thrilling power our tho'ts invest

The sacred record of thy word.

We bring to God in thy dear name, The tribute of our grateful praise, For many a deed, unknown to fame, Where woman her true homage pays.

Oh, not a work is wrought in vain Where love like Mary's fills the heart; Memorials of that love remain,

A sacred influence to impart.

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O LOVE Divine that stoops to share
Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear,
On thee we cast each earth-born care,
We smile at pain while thou art near!

Though long the weary way we tread,
And sorrows crowd each ling'ring

year,

No path we shun, no darkness dread, Our hearts still whisp'ring, thou art

near.

When drooping pleasure turns to grief, And trembling faith is turned to fear, The murmuring wind,the quivering leaf, Shall softly tell us, thou art near! On thee we fling our burdening woe, O Love Divine, forever dear, Content to suffer, while we know, Living and dying, thou art near.

The Acceptable Fast.

BALLOU.

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THIS is the fast the Lord doth choose:
Each heavy burden to undo,
The bands of wickedness to loose,
And bid the captive freely go.

Let every vile and sinful yoke

Of servile bondage and of fear, By mercy, love and truth be broke; And from each eye wipe every tear.

Yes, to the hungry deal thy bread; Bring to thy house the outcast poor, There let the fainting soul be fed,

Nor spurn the needy from thy door.

And when thou seest the naked, spare

The raiment that his wants demand; Since all mankind thy kindred are, To all thy charity expand.