And not alone each sterner power Though mortal, doomed to many a length Sons rose around in pride and strength; 'T was heard, amid their hostile spears, Ask not the wanderer's after-fate, That man is still the same. Still strives his soul within; While Care, and Pain, and Sorrow show The same dark secret-Sin. Miss M. J. JEWSBURY, LESSON CLXIV. PROPHETIC DESCRIPTION OF CHRIST. BEHOLD, my servant shall deal prudently, He shall be exalted and extolled, and be very high. As many were astonished at thee, (His visage was so marred more than any man, And his form more than the sons of men,) So shall he sprinkle many nations; The kings shall shut their mouths at him : For that which hath not been told them shall they see: And that which they had not heard shall they consider. Who hath believed our report? And to whom is the arm of the Lord revealed? For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, And as a root out of dry ground: He hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, There is no beauty that we should desire him. He is despised and rejected of men; Surely, he hath borne our griefs, And carried our sorrows: Yet we did esteem him stricken, But he was wounded for our transgressions, The chastisement of our peace was upon him, All we, like sheep, have gone astray; We have turned, every one to his own way; And the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all. He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, Yet he opened not his mouth: He is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, And as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, So he opened not his mouth. He was taken from prison and from judgment, And who shall declare his generation? For he was cut off out of the land of the living: For the transgression of my people was he stricken. And with the rich in his death; Though he had done no violence, Neither was any deceit in his mouth. Yet it hath pleased the Lord to bruise him, He hath put him to grief. When thou shalt make his soul an offering for sin, He shall see his seed, he shall prolong his days, And the pleasure of the Lord shall prosper in his hand. He shall see of the travail of his soul, and shall be satisfied; Therefore will I divide him a portion with the great, And made intercession for the transgressors. ISAIAH. LESSON CLXV.. TRIUMPH OF THE GOSPEL. ARISE! shine! for thy light is come, And the Glory of the Lord is risen upon thee. But the Lord shall arise upon thee, And his glory shall be seen upon thee. Lift up thine eyes round about, and see! All they gather themselves together, they come to thee: And thy daughters shall be nursed at thy side. Then thou shalt see, and flow together, And thine heart shall fear, and be enlarged; Because the abundance of the sea shall be converted unto thee, The forces of the Gentiles shall come unto thee. Who are these that fly as a cloud? Their silver and their gold with them, Unto the name of the Lord thy God, And to the Holy One of Israel, because he hath glorified thee. And the sons of strangers shall build up thy walls, And their kings shall minister unto thee: For in my wrath I smote thee, But in my favor have I had mercy on thee. Therefore thy gates shall be open continually; They shall not be shut, day nor night; That men may bring unto thee the forces of the Gentiles, And that their kings may be brought. For the nation and kingdom, That will not serve thee, shall perish; Yea, those nations shall be utterly wasted. Thou shalt know, that I, the Lord, am thy Savior; And thy Redeemer the Mighty One of Jacob. For brass, I will bring gold, And for iron, I will bring silver, And for wood, brass, And for stones, iron: I will also make thy officers, peace, Violence shall no more be heard in thy land, The sun shall be no more thy light by day, Neither for brightness shall the moon give light unto thee; Thy sun shall no more go down, Neither shall thy moon withdraw itself; For the Lord shall be thine everlasting light, The branch of my planting, The work of my hands, that I may be glorified. And a small one, a strong nation: ISAIAH. LESSON CLXVI. TRIUMPH OF HOPE. UNFADING Hope! when life's last cmbers burn, Oh! deep-enchanting prelude to repose, Yet half I hear the panting spirit sigh, It is a dread and awful thing to die! "T is Heaven's commanding trumpet, long and loud, Daughter of faith, awake, arise, illume pretty LESSON CLXVII. MEMORY AND HOPE. CAMPBELL. HOPE is the leading-string of youth; memory the staff of age. Yet, for a long time they were at variance, and scarcely ever associated together. Memory was almost always grave, nay, sad and melancholy. She delighted in silence and repose, amid rocks and waterfalls; and whenever she raised her eyes from the ground, it was only to look back over her shoulder |