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HOLY CHILDHOOD. We look especially to the children mentioned in the Gospels, to learn what is said of them as they came near to the person of our blessed Lord ; and now we find this tircumstance (and blessed be God for it), that full as is every page of the Gospel with the wickedness of men, yet no bad word and no wicked deed is recorded of any child against Christ. And, moreover, when men were forward to follow Him, and made professions of zeal in serving Him, He put them back with awful warnings, speaking to them of “ taking up the cross," and of first counting the cost; but not so with children,- He drew them unto Him with unrestrained affection, and bowels of compassion yearning over them: we behold Him taking them up in His arms, and with His hands upon them. And they alone of all mankind returned His affectionate care without alloy; for we find them in the temple celebrating His praise, when the priests and scribes were angry with them, as they heard them crying, “ Hosannah to the Son of David !” The children, indeed, understood not what was the meaning of those glorious words which they sung ; but to our Lord it was the most acceptable offering of praise that He received ; for He defended them, and said, “ Have ye never read, Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings Thou hast perfected praise ?" This was the praise which best spoke the nature of His kingdom ; these were the songs that were most suitable to His temple; these ho
sannahs of the children were not followed the next day with cries of "crucify Him," as the hogannahs of the multitude were.
And as we find holy childhood in God's temple on earth, and children in the temple singing His praise ; so also in His temple in heaven they sing the new song before the throne.-From Plain Sermons.
Gray morning dawns with misty ray.
Appoint it for a holyday!
Against the snare in which he trod;
My Lord, my Saviour, and my God !"
Her doctrines and her rites receive."
Blest if we “ see not, yet believe."
ANCIENT HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS-DAY.
Let all the earth her King adore,
From farthest pole to pole,
Where'er the sun doth roll;
To visit us forlorn,
To save from death those He hath made,
God, who did all create,
Puts on a slave's estate ;
He comes a mortal child,
To earth and time exiled. Onr God on a straw pallet lies,
And infant food is given
To Him, the food of heaven: He lies full low, that we may rise,
And the world-wielding hands
Are bound by swaddling bands. He asks return for such vast love,
And, though the Judge of all,
Doth to His cradle call.
To Father and to Son,
ST. STEPHEN'S DAY.
For His mysterious birth ;
to bring a sword And fire upon the earth.' Last night to joy was dedicate,
With flowers and holly wreath ;
A martyr's bloody death.
That wins our way to heaven!
Of crowns immortal given.
Who suffers for his Lord;
His sceptre is the sword,
The blessed, holy Stephen; “Forgive them, Lord !” his latest breath,-
His latest look to heaven.
He, dying, raised one blood-stained hand
From off the impurpled sod,
At the right hand of God !"
Pray ours may be the same,
On us His fire and flame !
And heart of stedfast faith,
And win the martyr's wreath!
Calendar for December.
St. Thomas's on the 21st.
Robson, Levey, and Franklyn, Great New Street, Fetter Lane.