FOR US ALSO.

ESU! behold, the Wise from far,
Led to Thy cradle by a star,

Bring gifts to Thee, their God
and King!

O guide us by Thy light, that we
The way may find, and still to Thee

Our hearts, our all, for tribute bring!

Jesu! the pure, the spotless Lamb,
Who to the Temple humbly came,
Duteous, the legal rites to pay!
O make our proud, our stubborn will
All Thy wise, gracious laws fulfil,
Whate'er rebellious nature say!

Jesu! who on the fatal wood

Pour'dst out Thy life's last drop of blood,
Nailed to the accursed shameful cross!

O may we bless Thy love, and be
Ready, dear Lord, to bear for Thee

All shame, all grief, all pain, and loss!

Jesu! who by Thine own love slain,
By Thine own power took'st life again,
And Conqueror from the grave didst rise!
O may Thy death our souls revive,
And ev'n on earth a new life give,

A glorious life, that never dies!

Jesu who to Thy heaven again
Return'dst in triumph, there to reign,
Of men and angels sovereign King!
O may our parting souls take flight
Up to that land of joy and light,
And there forever grateful sing!

All glory to the sacred Three,
One undivided Deity!

All honor, power, and love, and praise! Still may Thy blessed Name shine bright In beams of uncreated light,

Crowned with its own eternal rays!

THE ISRAELITES AT THE RED SEA.

EHIND them lies the desert waste;

Before, the pathless deep;

And on their track with vengeful haste

Egypt's dark squadrons sweep;

Till in the sunset's last red glow
Flashes the armor of the foe!

Then rose to Heaven a mighty cry;
A people's voice was on the air, —
In every heart, in every eye,

Rebellion and despair :

"Why didst thou thus our steps beguile? Were there no graves beside the Nile ?

"Where are the pleasant things and fair
That grow by Egypt's streams?
Is this lone waste, the lion's lair,

The Canaan of our dreams?

This dark blue sea, this barren strand,
The pathway to the Promised Land?”

The word is spoken !-o'er the wave
Is stretched the leader's mystic rod;

And safely, through the yawning grave

Where human foot had never trod, They reach at dawn the distant shore, Their buried foes are seen no more.

O Lord, when, like Thy sons of old,
We wander through a barren waste,
Where Hope is faint and Love is cold,
And bitter to our earthly taste

The stream that in the desert flows,
The daily bread Thy hand bestows,—

When haunting dreams of pleasant things
Make the lone wilderness more drear,
Where every hour in passing brings

Some present pain, some threatening fear, And stretched before our shrinking eyes, Like a dark sea, the future lies,

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Then, Lord, be Thou at hand to guide,
Thy Cross be there our path to mark :
Though high may swell the stormy tide,

In Heaven is light, though earth be dark. Like those who crossed that Eastern sea, We shall be safe who trust in Thee!

THE WAY OF SORROWS.

LORD, the wilderness to me
A very Paradise shall be,

Since Thou for forty days wast there,

In fasting, solitude, and prayer!

Unworthy though these feet to rest

On ground Thy footsteps once have blest,
The way of sorrows shall be mine,
Made sweet because it first was Thine.

LORD, let me find some lowly place
Where I may seek Thy pitying face,
And plead with Thee by Olivet,
By agony, and bloody sweat.

Some quiet aisle or dim recess
Shall make for me a wilderness;
And surely Angels shall be there
To wait on penitence and prayer.