LUKE XXIII. 28.

"BUT JESUS TURNING UNTO THEM SAID, DAUGHTERS OF JERUSALEM, WEEP NOT FOR ME, BUT WEEP FOR YOURSELVES, AND FOR YOUR CHILDREN."

THE harp of Zion sleeps,

Will none its chords awaken ?

And Zion's daughter weeps,

Alas for the forsaken!

He who the nations breaks,*
Her ancient harp has broken;

Its mournful silence speaks,

Herself a mournful token.

And still she will not look

To him, her King of Glory;

Her eye is on the book,

Yet reads she not his story.

Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron.-Psalm ii. 9.

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So Zion's harp must sleep,

None may its chords awaken;

And Zion's daughter weep,

Forsaking and forsaken.

"THE LORD IS RISEN INDEED, AND HATH APPEARED TO SIMON."

AND who is Simon? mine own friend,

With whom I daily walk;

Who makes my soul to heaven ascend,
Whene'er of heaven we talk.

O go, like Peter from the tomb,
With tidings of the Lord-

To sin and sorrow's darkened room

Go-they will hear thy word.

For on thy heart's bright page they'll read,
And in thy looks they'll see,

That Jesus rose, and lives indeed,

And hath appeared to thee.

JOHN VI. 20.

"IT IS I; BE NOT AFRAID."

THE sinner's soul is dark when first

He struggles with his sin;

O! what are storms that o'er us burst To that-the storm within!

Saviour! he looks around for thee,

And thou art ever near:

But it is night, and he can see
No sight, but sights of fear.

He sees thee; but he cannot think That thou to him art come,

To save him from the awful brink

Of an eternal doom.

Speak, Lord! he knows not who thou art,

Amid that dismal shade

Say to the trembling sinner's heart,

"It's I-be not afraid."