Oн, show me not my Saviour dying, As on the cross he bled; Nor in the tomb a captive lying, For he has left the dead. Then bid me not that form extended For my Redeemer own, Who to the highest heavens ascended, In glory fills the throne. Weep not for him at Calvary's station, Weep only for thy sins; View where he lay with exultation; 'Tis there our hope begins. Yet stay not there, thy sorrows feeding, Amid the scenes he trod; Still in the shameful cross I glory, Where his dear blood was spilt; My soul is melted at the story Yet what, 'mid conflict and temptation, By death, he death's dark king defeated, And overcame the grave; Rising, the triumph he completed: He lives, he reigns to save! Heaven's happy myriads bow before him; He comes, the Judge of men: These eyes shall see him and adore him; Lord Jesus! own me then. CONDER. IN thy cross is all my plea; By thy fainting I endure; By thy cruel death I live;— Joy and peace thy sufferings give. By thy fasting I am fed Richly with a living bread! By thy thirsting, through my soul, Living waters ever roll. By that cruel crown of thorns, By those mocking taunts and jeers, Just, by Jesus justified, When beneath my sins he died! Perfect, by thy perfect life; Holy, by thy holiness, By thy sorrow I may sing, From thy groans my pleasure spring! Thou wast poor; how rich am I! Thou wast homeless,- - Jesus, why? Only that my soul might share Mansions here and mansions there! By thy rising, I shall rise; Death must yield its transient prize; Cross of Christ! here, here I fall, H. HAMLIN. 6 CHAPTER VII. ITS OBSERVANCE - THE DOUBTING AND FEARFUL-ENCOURAGE- "A bruised reed shall be not break, and the smoking flax shall he not quench."-Isaiah 62: 3. UR gracious Lord has set his Table in the wilderness, in order to cheer and invigo rate his redeemed in the house of their pilgrimage. Thither he invites the weary and heavy-laden. He himself is present, the Master of the feast and the Feast itself; the compassionate Friend, the Bread of life. And yet there are not a few of Christ's professed disciples whom a deep sense of unworthiness brings to the Table with a painful hesitancy, perhaps causes them even to sit apart and look mournfully on, while others, better, they think, than themselves, are partaking of the emblems of S the Redeemer's love. Oh, how precious and glorious in their sight is this emblematic feast, and how they wish that they had a right to be among the favored guests! but their sins and imperfections are like a flaming sword, forbidding them a place within the sacred enclosure. Their tender consciences, brooding over the past, so dark to their view with duties neglected and privileges abused, and over their hearts, so hard and insensible to their Saviour's love, build a wall around the Table spread by his hands, so that they dare only to look over with conflicting emotions, or else seem to themselves to force an entrance because they dare not stay without. How often, when the invitation to the Supper is extended, would many a professing Christian, rather than remain and take to his lips the bread and wine, withdraw with the worldly crowd, though his heart really lingers behind, and go home to weep over his sins, were it not that his conduct would attract observation, or be attributed to some cause that would be painful to his feelings as perhaps dishonoring to Christ. Could he steal out, silent and unnoticed, gladly would he do it. And then he charges himself with hypocrisy for remaining from such a motive, and seems to |