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G MET a fairy child, whose golden hair
C D Around her sunny face in clusters hung ;
And as she wove her king-cup chain, she sung
Her household melodies—those strains that bear
The hearer back to Eden. Surely ne'er
A brighter vision blest my dreams. “Whose child
Art thou—” I said, “sweet girl ?” In accent mild
She answered, “ Mother's.” When I questioned, “ Where
Her dwelling was,”—again she answered, “ Home!
Mother! and Home !” O blessed ignorance !
Or rather blessed knowledge! What advance
Farther than this shall all the years to come,
With all their lore effect? There are but given
Two names of higher note,—“Father,” and “Heaven.”

“ THERE IS NOW NO CONDEMNATION TO THEM WHICH

ARE IN CHRIST JESUS.”

No condemnation! O my soul,

'Tis God that speaks the word ; Perfect in comeliness art thou,

In Christ thy glorious Lord.

In heaven His blood for ever speaks

In God the Father's ear;
His Church, the jewels, on His heart

Jesus will ever bear.

No condemnation ! precious word !

Consider it, my soul;
Thy sins were all on Jesus laid ;

His stripes have made me whole.

Teach us, O God, to fix our eyes

On Christ the spotless Lamb,
So shall we love Thy gracious will,

And glorify Thy name.

“ MY SOUL IS EVEN AS A WEANED CHILD.”

HUMBLE, Lord, my haughty spirit ;
Bid my swelling thoughts subside ;
Strip me of my fancied merit;
What have I to do with pride ?

Was my Saviour meek and lowly ?
And shall such a worm as I,
Weak, and earthly, and unholy,
Dare to lift my head on high!

Teach me, Lord, my true condition ;
Bring me, childlike, to Thy knee,
Stripped of every low ambition,
Willing to be led by Thee.

Guide me by Thy Holy Spirit ;
Teach me by Thy blessed word ;
All my wisdom, all my merit,
Borrowed from Thyself, O Lord!

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