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A wind rent the mountain, and brake the tall
rock, In its fierce sweeping vengeance and furious
shock; Loud rattled the thunder, and strong swept
the blast, And tore up the deep-rooted trees as it past; And a great earthquake shook the firm ground
where he stood, With its heaving convulsions; a bright fiery
flood Fill’d the sky with its glow, as it rolld through
the air In a volume of flame, but the Lord was not
there. Then a voice still and small struck the listen
ing ear Of the prophet, “ Elijah, what doest thou
“My soul has been roused for the Lord God
of Hosts, And my life they have sought for throughout
the wide coasts; Thine altars are rent, and the land is bereft Of all the Lord's prophets, I only am left.” Again the still voice in its melody stole, Like a calm flowing stream, through his
passionate soul, And soothed the stern tumult that raged in
his breast, As an infant is lulled to its peaceable rest. “Still, still have I left me a resolute few, Whose hearts have been faithful, unswerving,
and true; Return to Damascus, no harm shall betide
thee, Mine eye is upon thee, my Spirit shall guide
And forth from the desert Elijah must go,
word, And strong in his weakness, he trusts in the
“Hear ye the rod, and who hath appointed it."
Micah vi. 9.
FATHER, I hear, and bless the hand
That sends this grief to me; Nor would I ask for one drop less,
Full though the cup may be.
It is Thy hand that deals the stroke,
Thy love directs the dart, And freely pours a healing balm
Into my wounded heart.
Though oft my fainting spirit sinks
In trial's stormy sea,
To send relief to me.
I am thy child, my Father thou
Oh, sweet and tender name!
Is love's resistless claim.
What moved thee, Lord, to look with love
Upon a wretch like me,
To die upon the tree?
To pass a weary, painful life
Of sorrow here below; Without a look of sympathy
In all His bitter woe?
Stronger than death Thy matchless love,
Conceived the wondrous plan; Enshrined in flesh the Godhead came
To rescue fallen Man.
Lord, fill my soul with love divine,
The Spirit's unction give;
And to Thy glory live.
ESTHER. “Now it came to pass on the third day, that Esther put on her royal apparel, and stood in the inner court of the king's house, over against the king's house i and the king sat upon his royal throne, in the royal house, over against the gate of the house.
“And it was so, when the king saw Esther the queen standing in the court, that she obtained favour in his sight; and the king held out to Esther the golden sceptre that was in his hand. So Esther drew near, and touched the top of the sceptre.