But studious head and anxious breast Thou lov'st the burnish'd gold, The diamond glittering bright and cold, But when affection's eye shall weep When thou in thy dark grave dost sleep Whose shall these treasures be? Mrs Sigourney. BLIND BARTIMEUS. "And when he heard that it was Jesus of Nazareth, he began to cry out and say; 'Jesus, thou son of David, have mercy on me.'"- - Mark x. 47. 66 MERCY, O thou son of David!" Thus the blind Bartim'us pray'd; "Others by thy word are saved, Now to me afford thine aid." Many for his crying chid him, Till the gracious Saviour bid him, Money was not what he wanted, "Lord, remove this grievous blindness, Straight he saw, and won by kindness, Oh! methinks, I hear him praising, 'Friends, is not my cure amazing? "Oh! that all the blind but knew him, Newton. MARY ANOINTING JESUS. "There came a woman having an alabaster box of very precious ointment, and poured it on his head."— - Matthew xxvi. 7. I. SHE loved her Saviour, and to him. To crown his head, or grace his name, No gift too rare she thought. And though the prudent worldling frowned, And thought the poor bereft, Christ's humble friend sweet comfort found, For he approved the gift. The poor are always with us here, 'Tis our great Father's plan, Go, clothe the naked, lead the blind, For sorrow's children comfort find And help for all distress'd ; But give to Christ alone thy heart, Then for his sake thine alms impart, And so give all to Him! Christian Mirror. II. "Verily, I say unto you, wheresoever this Gospel shall be preached in the whole world, there shall also this, that this woman hath done, be told for a memorial of her."-Matt. xxvi. 13. THOU hast thy record in the monarch's hall; The Christian traveller rests-where'er the child Bears hope and healing, there, beyond all blight, Is borne thy memory, and all praise above; Oh! say what deed so lifted thy sweet name, Mary! to that pure silent place of fame? One lowly offering of exceeding love. Mrs Hemans. ENTRY INTO JERUSALEM. "And the multitudes that went before, and that followed, cried, saying, 'Hosanna to the Son of David.' "-Mt. xxi. 9. RIDE on, ride on in majesty ! Hark! all the tribes Hosannas cry! Thine humble beast pursues his road, With palms and scattered garments strewed. Ride on, ride on in majesty! In lowly pomp ride on to die! Oh Christ! thy triumphs now begin O'er captive death and conquered sin! Ride on, ride on in majesty! Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh; Ride on, ride on in majesty ! In lowly pomp ride on to die! Bow thy meek head to mortal pain, Then take, O Christ, thy power and reign! Il eber. |