BETHESDA. Had they who watched and waited there Would they have sought his pitying eye ; His power divine to made them whole. But habit and tradition swayed Their minds to trust to sense alone; They only hoped the angel's aid, While in their presence stood unknown, 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. Saviour! thy love is still the same As when the healing word was spoke ; Still in thine all-redeeming name Dwells power to break the strongest yoke! O! be that power, that love displayed! Help those whom thou alone canst aid! Bernard Barton. 323 Christ in the Storm. And his disciples came to him, and awoke him, saying, "Lord save us: we perish."-ST. MATTHEW Viii. 25. WHERE deep Tiberias rolls her waves, A speck upon that summer sea. But deep and hollow murmurs came, And wild and high the billows rose, Starting like maniacs from repose, Or dark and heartless plunderers roaming; CHRIST IN THE STORM. With ruffian grasp they bore away That thing of nought, their sport and spray. Now, trembling on the mountain surge, Swift as the sea-bird o'er the ocean,— Despair came o'er the sailor's brow, . The mariners, 'mid storm and gloom, And high upon the breaking billow, Turned, as for refuge from the tomb, And knelt and prayed around his pillow: Wake! Master, wake! our bark is gone : And hope remains with thee alone. Serene as Deity he stood The friend of man-the angel's wonderGirt with the attributes of God, To calm the wave and hush the thunder: The stormy vassals of his will Heard but their Lord, and all was still. 325 CHRIST IN THE STORM. "Peace! be still!" The whirlwinds fled The conscious billow shrunk before him; While nature all her glories shed, And smiling, hastened to adore him ; Man, trembling heard the omnific Word, And silently confessed his Lord. R. Brown. : 326 Little Children Blessed. Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of heaven.-ST. MArk x. 14. Ir was the sunset hour-and thousands came From the lone villages and distant hills ** Amid the crowds that, with adoring looks, |