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Saviour! Thy gracious voice shall stop the tide

Of deepest grief, since from Thy wounded side
Flowed the full stream of love, in mercy spilt,
To cleanse our wretched souls from all their

Sorrow and sinfulness, our only plea,
Each weary heart shall find a rest in Thee.


"Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them."-Eccles. xii. 1.

ANNIE, thy brow is without a care,

And bright are the locks of thy sunny hair,
And pleasure beams in that happy eye,
While thy childhood's days pass lightly by.

But age may whiten that clustering hair,
And leave the traces of sorrow there,

May shade with its furrows that open brow,
And dim the eye that shines brightly now.
Then seek, dear child, in thy life's young bloom
A home of glory beyond the tomb :
In its early freshness yield the bud
Of unfolded days, to thy Maker God.
Seek Jesus first, and thy lot shall be
Happy through time and eternity.


"And the daughter of Pharaoh came down to wash herself at the river, and her maidens walked along by the river's side: and when she saw the ark among the flags, she sent her maid to fetch it.

"And when she had opened it, she saw the child: ard, behold, the babe wept. And she had compassion on him, and said, This is one of the Hebrew's children.

'Then said his sister to Pharaoh's daughter, Shall

I go and call to thee a nurse of the Hebrew women, that she may nurse the child for thee?

"And Phraoh's daughter said to her, Go. And the maid went and called the child's mother.

"And Pharaoh's daughter said unto her, Take this child away, and nurse it for me, and I will give thee thy wages. And the woman took the child, and

nursed it."-Ex, ii. 5-9,

"And when he was full forty years old, it came into his heart to visit his brethren, the children of Israel.

"And seeing one of them suffer wrong, he defended him, and avenged him that was oppressed, and smote the Egyptian.

"For he supposed his brethren would have understood how that God by his hand would deliver them; but they understood not.

"And the next day he shewed himself unto them as they strove, and would have set them at one again, saying, Sirs, ye are brethren, why do ye wrong one to another?

"But he that did his neighbour wrong thrust him away, saying, Who made thee a ruler and a judge over us?

"Wilt thou kill me as thou didst the Egyptian yesterday?

"Then fled Moses at this saying, and was a stranger in the land of Madian, where he begat two sons.

"And when forty years were expired, there appeared to him in the wilderness of mount Sina, an angel of

the Lord in a flame of fire, in a bush."-Acts vii. 23-30.

"And Moses went up from the plains of Moab unto the mountain of Nebo, to the top of Pisgah, that is, over against Jericho. And the Lord shewed him all the land of Gilead unto Dan,

"And all Naphtali, and the land of Ephraim, and Manasseh, and all the land of Judah, unto the utmost sea,

"And the south, and the plain of the valley of Jericho, the city of palm-trees, unto Zoah.

"And the Lord said unto him, This is the land which I sware unto Abraham, unto Isaac, and unto Jacob, saying, I will give it unto thy seed; I have caused thee to see it with thine eyes, but thou shalt not go over thither.

"So Moses the servant of the Lord died there in the land of Moab, according to the word of the Lord. "And He buried him in a valley in the land of Moab, over against Beth-peor, but no man knoweth of his sepulchre unto this day.

"And Moses was an hundred and twenty years old when he died: his eye was not dim, nor his natural force abated."-Deut. 34. 1-7.

Where the palm tree waves, and the roses bloom,

And the blue sky has not a shade of gloom,

Where the fair green fields like an Eden smile,

Rolls in its grandeur, the mighty Nile.

But the floating leaves of the lotus lie
Dark o'er the graves of infancy-

For a father's hopes, and a mother's pride,
Lie buried beneath the rolling tide;

And the murm'ring water that cradles them
Mournfully chants their requiem.

'Tis eventide, and the palace stands

Like a fabric raised by immortal hands;
While the glorious light of the sunset showers--
A flood of gold o'er its massive towers.
But what young Peri has left her bower,
To seek the shore in the evening hour,
And bathe in the river's cooling tide?
'Tis the great king's daughter, Egyptia's pride;
And her radiant beauty gleams afar,
Clear as the light of an eastern star.

Like a diamond girt with a jewelled zone,

In the midst of her maidens, she shines alone.

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