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est; He hath not where to lay his head. 5 Such was the lot he freely chose, To bless, to save the human race; And through his poverty there flows A rich, full stream of heavenly grace. 220. C. M. Mrs. Hemans. "Peace! be still!" 1 Fear, was within the tossing bark, When stormy winds grew loud, And waves came rolling high and dark, And the tall mast was bowed. 2 And men stood breathless in their dread, And baffled in their skill-- But One was there, who rose and said To the wild sea, "Be still!" 3 And the wind ceased; it ceased! that word Passed through the gloomy sky, The troubled billows knew their Lord, And sank beneath his eye. 4 Thou that didst rule the angry hour, And tame the tempest's mood-- Oh! send, thy Spirit forth in power O'er our dark souls to brood! 5 Thou that didst bow the billows' pride, Thy mandates to fulfil-- Speak, speak to passion's raging tide, Speak and say--"Peace, be still!" 221. L. M. 6l. Barton. The Pool of Bethesda. 1 Around Bethesda's healing wave Waiting to hear the rustling wing, Which spoke the angel nigh, who gave Its virtue to that holy spring, With patience, and with hope endued Were seen the gathered multitude. 2 Had they who watched and waited there Been conscious who was passing by, With what unceasing anxious care Would they have sought his pitying eye; And craved with fervency of soul, His Power Divine to make them whole! 3 Bethesda's pool has lost its power! No angel, by his glad descent, Dispenses that diviner dower Which with its healing waters went. But he, whose word surpassed its wave, Is still omnipotent to save. 222. L. M. Heber. The Holy Guest. 1 Messiah Lord! who, wont to dwell In lowly shape and cottage cell, Didst not refuse a guest to be At Cana's poor festivity. 2 O when our soul from care is free, Then, Saviour, would we think on thee; And, seated at the festal board, In fancy's eye behold the Lord. 3 Then may we seem, in fancy's ear, Thy manna-dropping tongue to hear, And think,--"if now his searching view Each secret of our spirit knew!" 4 So may such joy, chas
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