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142 SONGS FROM THE ST. LAWRENCE.
They have chang'd their hue—all white and serene
Their banners are softly unfurl'd, lake the hov'ring pinions of angels, when seen
In the light of the heavenly world.
0 ! thus, when the sun of the Christian descends To pass with its splendor away,
The dark, floating clouds of adversity lend A charm to the close of his day.
These clouds in the light of the future all change, And put off their mantles of gloom—
Like heavenly messengers, lovely and strange, They brightly encompass the tomb.
IS IT NOTHING TO THEE?
We were anxious to Btop, after the conclusion of the sermon, as the sacrament of the Lord's Supper was to be administered. I asked a friend, one whom I thought to be a friend of Jesus also, to intercede with our company and persuade them to tarry until the services were closed. She replied in a careless tone, " 0, it is nothing to me."
Is it nothing to thee, that the Saviour has said, " Do this in remembrance of me ?"
And nothing to thee that his blood has been shed, To wash thy pollutions away ?