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TO A CHRISTIAN BROTHER IN THE WILDS OF
"The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?-Psalm xxvii. 1.
CHRISTIAN pilgrim, far away,
Christ is near to solace thee;
In this dreary world below;
Fasted in the wilderness.
Proved the subtle tempter's power,
In that lonely, trying hour,
And his loving spirit feels,
For the gloom that o'er thee steals,
Thou must pass the weary day,
In the Church of Christ to be;
Jesus left his throne on high,
Sealed thee by His Spirit's power,
"Unto him that loved us, and washed us from our sins, in his own blood,
And hath made us kings and priests unto God and His Father; to Him be glory and dominion for ever and ever, Amen."-Rev. i. 5, 6.
I SING His praise who ransomed me,
From Christ and Zion far away,
But Jesus claimed His chosen one.
He fought my fight, and won the crown,
He bore my sins upon the tree,
From death and hell He rescued me.
Dear Saviour take this faithless heart,
And let it ne'er from Thee depart!;
Firm and unwav'ring, fixed on Thee.
THE MOON AND THE CHURCH.
"Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?-Canticles vi. 10.
ORB of beauty! that on high
With thy pale, yet radiant light,
Through the long and cheerless night.
Whence thy silvery lustre, say,
With its soft and placid ray?
"I am dark and black alone,
And these beams are not my own,
From the bright sun's glorious blaze
I derive my borrowed rays;
And his light reflects on me,
All its rich intensity."
Church of Christ! thou lovely bride,
Dwelling at thy Saviour's side;
Fairer than the shining moon,
Clearer than the sun at noon;
"I've no beauty of my own,
All my loveliness I bring,
Fresh and clear from Christ the Spring:
He reflects His light on me,
Clothes me in His purity.
"When I weep he dries my tears,
Soothes my sorrows, calms my fears,