CURE OF DEMONIACS.

When dimly lie before us spread
The silent regions of the dead,

While their stern king the unerring dart
Points at the Christian's trembling heart,
Thy mercy, Lord! shall still sustain;
The last dread foe shall frown in vain;
Thy sons shall pass the valley o'er,
And in thy heavenly courts adore.

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XXXIII.

CHRIST AT CAPERNAUM.

MARK II. 1-22:

And straightway many were gathered together, insomuch that there was no room to receive them, no, not so much as about the door. Verse 2.

And he went forth again by the sea-side; and all the multitude resorted unto him, and he taught them.-Verse 13.

UPON Tiberias' shore he stood,

The object of a thousand eyes,
Where now beside the lonely flood

All desolate Capernaum lies.*

Then commerce sought the crowded strand,
And fertile fields around were bright,

Before the Roman's iron hand

Had o'er them thrown war's crimson blight.

Yet in that hour, when, promised long,
Their King, beloved of God, was near,.
The city poured her countless throng
Messiah's voice of love to hear.

* "Buckingham, Burckhardt, and some other writers, believe it to have been the place now called Talhhewn, where there are ruins indicative of a considerable place at some former period." - Robinson's Calmet; Article "Capernaum."

CHRIST AT CAPERNAUM.

They saw his works; delighted hung
Upon his doctrine's glorious word,
As when some lovely lay is sung,

With raptures of a moment heard.*

Oh had they given to him their heart
In faithfulness of zeal and love,
And borne through good and ill their part
Their service to their Lord to prove,
Then had Judea raised her head,
In glory nevermore to cease,

O'er mightiest realms her conquests spread,
Beneath thy banner, Prince of Peace!

And oh, our Saviour! when to thee
With eager love our spirits turn,
Make us from sin's enthralment free,
Nor vainly let affection burn.
Not only in excitement's hour,

But till the day of life shall end,
Make us to feel thy Gospel's power,

And own thee evermore our friend.

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"And lo, thou art unto them as a very lovely song of one that hath a pleasant voice, and can play well on an instrument; for they hear thy words, but they do them not." - Ezekiel xxxiii. 32.

XXXIV.

THE DAUGHTER OF JAIRUS.

LUKE VIII. 41-56.

But he said, Weep not; she is not dead, but sleepeth. - Verse 52.

THE last faint sigh is o'er, and by the side

Of her dead child the hopeless mourner weepeth; But hark! the Saviour's voice doth gently chide; "Weep not," he saith," she is not dead, but sleepeth."

Even thus, in hours of anguish like to hers,
Can we not hear that voice, despair reproving?
The Saviour to his trustful followers

Half takes away the agony of loving.

For oh! in love's sweet rose an unseen thorn
Still lurks; the object we so fondly cherish,
From the embrace of fond affection torn,

May in the springtime of our gladness perish.

"She is not dead, but sleepeth." At thy word,

Blest Saviour! life upon that cheek was blooming. Thus shall our loved ones rise, when thou, O Lord! Shalt call them forth, the light of life reluming.

THE DAUGHTER OF JAIRUS.

We will not think them dead; their trials done, Calmly they sleep, their God's protection sharing; Or like their Saviour, they before have gone,

A place for those they loved in heaven preparing.

How knelt those parents at Messiah's feet,

The thanks of overflowing hearts addressing! How should our praise the God of mercy greet,

For faith's bright vision of the promised blessing!

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