BARTIMEUS RESTORED TO SIGHT. Have mercy upon me!" and, when rebuked, And straight the blind BEHELD The face of God. 95 LITTLE CHILDREN BROUGHT TO JESUS. SUFFER that little children come to me, Shrink, trembling,-till their wandering eyes discern And pity; eager then they stretch their arms, And, cowring, lay their heads upon his breast. JESUS CALMS THE TEMPEST. THE roaring tumult of the billowed sea Awakes him not: high on the crested surge, Now heaved, his locks flow streaming in the blast; Meek through that veil, a momentary gleam The opening eyes,-that long hopeless had rolled Dispelled the happy vision: Awful he rose, G. Rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be thou still! and straight there was a calm. With terror-mingled gladness in their looks, The mariners exclaim,-What man is this, That even the wind and sea obey his voice! JESUS WALKS ON THE SEA, AND CALMS THE STORM. LOUD blew the storm of night; the thwarting surge Dashed, boiling on the labouring bark: dismay, When, lo! upon a towering wave is seen The semblance of a foamy wreath, upright, Move onward to the ship: The helmsman starts, |