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The Son of God: and that indeed

We see Him, as He is, we know,
Since in the same bright glass we read

The very life of things below.

Eye of God's word b! where'er we turn

Ever upon us! thy keen gaze
Can all the depths of sin discern,

Unravel every bosom's maze:

Who that has felt thy glance of dread

Thrill through his heart's remotest cells,
About his path, about his bed,

Can doubt what spirit in thee dwells ?

b“The position before us is, that we ourselves, and such as we, are the very persons whom Scripture speaks of : and to whom, as men, in every variety of persuasive form, it makes its condescending though celestial appeal. The point worthy of observation is, to note how a book of the description and the compass which we Dave represented Scripture to be, possesses this versatility of power; this eye, like that of a portrait, uniformly fixed upon us, turn where we will." Miller's Bampton Lectures, p. 128.

« What word is this? Whence know'st thou me?”

All wondering cries the humbled heart, To hear thee that deep mystery,

The knowledge of itself, impart.

The veil is rais'd; who runs may read,

By its own light the truth is seen, And soon the Israelite indeed

Bows down t'adore the Nazarene.

So did Nathanael, guileless man,

At once, not shame-fac'd or afraid, Owning Him God, who so could scan

His musings in the lonely shade;

In his own pleasant fig-tree's shade,

Which by his household fountain grew, Where at noon-day his prayer he made,

To know God better than he knew.

Oh! happy hours of heaven-ward thought!

How richly crown'd! how well improv'd In musing o'er the Law he taught,

In waiting for the Lord he lov'd.

We must not mar with earthly praise

What God's approving word hath seal'd;
Enough, if right our feeble lays

Take up the promise He reveal'd;

“The child-like faith, that asks not sight,

“ Waits not for wonder or for sign, "Believes, because it loves, aright

“Shall see things greater, things divine.

“Heaven to that gaze shall open wide,

“And brightest angels to and fro “On messages of love shall glide

“ 'Twixt God above, and Christ below.”

So still the guileless man is blest,

To him all crooked paths are straight, Him on his way to endless rest

Fresh, ever-growing strengths await c.

God's witnesses, a glorious host,

Compass him daily like a cloud;

c Psalm lxxxiv, 7. They shall go from strength to strength. Martyrs and seers, the sav'd and lost,

Mercies and judgments cry aloud.

Yet shall to him the still small voice, That first into his bosom found

and fix'd his wavering choice, Nearest and dearest ever sound.

A way,



And after these things, He went forth and saw a publican named Levi, sitting at the receipt of custom, and He said unto him, Follow me : and be left all, rose up, and followed Him. St. Luce v. 27, 28.

YE hermits blest, ye holy maids,

The nearest heaven on earth,
Who talk with God in shadowy glades,

Free from rude care and mirth;
To whom some viewless teacher brings

The secret lore of rural things,
The moral of each fleeting cloud and gale,
The whispers from above, that haunt the twilight vale :

Say, when in pity ye have gaz'd

On the wreath'd smoke afar,
That o'er some town, like mist uprais'd,

Hung hiding sun and star,

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