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a staff to the limbs that totter, a mine of jewels to the poor, a security to the rich, a healer of disease, and a guardian of health. Prayer at once secures the continuance of our blessings, and dissipates the cloud of our calamities. Prayer is an allefficient panoply, a treasure undiminished, a mine which never is exhausted, a sky unobscured by clouds, a haven unruffled by the storm; it is the root, the fountain, and the mother of a thousand blessings. I speak not of the prayer which is cold and feeble, and devoid of energy; I speak of that which is the child of a contrite spirit, the offspring of a soul converted, born in a blaze of the Spirit's unutterable inspiration, and winged, like lightning, for the skies.

The potency of prayer hath subdued the strength of fire; it hath bridled the rage of lions, hushed anarchy to rest, extinguished wars, appeased the elements, expelled demons, burst the chains of death, expanded the gates of heaven, assuaged diseases, repelled frauds, rescued cities from destruction; it hath stayed the sun in its course, and arrested the progress of the thunderbolt: in word, it hath destroyed whatever is an enemy to

I again repeat, that I speak not of the prayer engendered by the lips, but of that which ascends from the recesses of the heart. Assuredly,



there is nothing more potent than prayer; yea, there is nothing comparable to it. A monarch vested in gorgeous habiliments is far less illastrious than a kneeling suppliant, ennobled and adorned by communion with his God. Consider how august a privilege it is, when angels are present, and archangels throng around; when cherubim and seraphim encircle with their blaze the throne; that a mortal may approach with unrestrained confidence, and converse with heaven's dread Sovereign."

And yet, the question, to our taste, has been better answered by one of our own poets, * yet alive-and long may he yet live, with deserved and increasing blessings and honours on his venerable head !-in the following well-known and justly-admired verses :

• Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,

Utter'd or unexpress'd;
The motion of a hidden fire,

That trembles in the breast.

Prayer is the burthen of a sigh,

The falling of a tear,
The upward glancing of an eye,

When none but God is near.

James Montgomery.

Prayer is the simplest form of speech

That Infant lips can try; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach

The Majesty on high.

Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,

The Christian's native air, His watchword at the gate of death,

He enters heaven by prayer.

Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,

Returning from his ways; While angels in their songs rejoice,

And say, “behold he prays !"

The saints, in prayer, appear as one

In word and deed and mind, When with the Father and the Son,

Their fellowship they find.

Nor prayer is made on earth alone,

The Holy Spirit pleads;
And Jesus on the eternal throne,

For sinners intercedes.

0 Thou, by whom we come to God,

The life, the truth, the way: The path of prayer thyself hast trod,

Lord ! teach us how to pray.”


“ The painted hypocrite is known

Through the disguise he wears.”



The sacred historian tells us that the first thing of which the guilty pair were conscious after their fatal fall in Paradise, was—that they were naked; and to hide their shame “they sewed fig leaves together, and made themselves aprons."

And a covering for the human body was now necessary both for decency and comfort. But fig leaves were not well adapted to these purposes; and the same authority informs us, that, “Unto Adam, also, and to his wife, did the LORD God make coats of skins, and clothed them.”

Since then, clothing for the human body has occupied much attention and care, and men have contrived an infinite variety of every quality and colour, manufactured from materials furnished by the animal or vegetable world.

But the clothing of the spirit—the soul—what of it? We have already seen how soon it was arrayed


in the habiliments of hell

1- a cloke of Guiltiness, composed of Injustice and Rebellion, and dyed in blood !

The new robe of righteousness wrought out by Jesus Christ was intended, as we have seen, for the adornment of man, fitting him to appear

before the Divine Majesty with acceptance, and take up his dwelling among the holy and the happy before the Throne.

We do not find in sacred writ, that men in the first ages, however deceitfully they might act towards each other, as Jacob with Esau, were in the habit of playing the hypocrite in religionassuming a character which they did not possess.

Butin course of time we hear of some, who, troubled by conscience, to pacify its reproaches, and others to appear religious, and thus gain a good name, put on a garment of their own making and called it a religious robe. In this they strutted proudly before their fellows, and often deceived them; but the eye

of God was upon them. The first mention we have of the hypocrites, is in the book of Job, when Bildad the Shuhite said, "and the hypocrite's hope shall perish: Whose hope shall be cut off, and whose trust shall be a spider's web." SOLOMON speaks of the hypocrite as a

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