Oh! star which led to Him, whose love Brought down man's ransom freeWhere art thou?-'midst the host above, May we still gaze on thee? In heaven thou art not set, Thy rays earth may not dim ; Send them to guide us yet, Oh! star which led to Him! CHRIST STILLING THE TEMPEST. "But the ship was now in the midst of the sea, tossed with waves; for the wind was contrary." St. Matthew, xiv. 24. FEAR was within the tossing bark, When stormy winds grew loud; And men stood breathless in their dread, And baffled in their skill But One was there, who rose and said And the wind ceas'd-it ceas'd!-that word The troubled billows knew their Lord, And sank beneath his eye. 108 CHRIST STILLING THE TEMPEST. And slumber settled on the deep, And silence on the blast, As when the righteous falls asleep, Thou that didst rule the angry hour, And tame the tempest's mood Oh! send thy spirit forth in power, Thou that didst bow the billow's pride, Speak, speak to passion's raging tide, Speak and say "Peace, be still!" CHRIST'S AGONY IN THE GARDEN. He knelt the Saviour knelt and pray'd, When but His Father's eye Look'd through the lonely garden's shade, The Lord of all, above, beneath, Was bow'd with sorrow unto death. The sun set in a fearful hour, The skies might well grow dim, When this mortality had power So to o'ershadow Him! That He who gave man's breath might know, He knew them all-the doubt, the strife, The faint, perplexing dread, The mists that hang o'er parting life, 110 CHRIST'S AGONY IN THE GARDEN. It pass'd not-though the stormy wave But there was sent Him from on high And was His mortal hour beset -How may we meet our conflict yet, In the dark, narrow way? How, but through Him, that path who trod? Save, or we perish, Son of God! * "And there appeared an angel unto him from heaven, strengthening him." St. Luke, xxii. 43. |