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He died for all, of every tribe and hue, Anglican, Indian, Ethiop, Greek and Jew. All, all are welcome! wide heaven’s gates expand; T/IEI‘E every name is known from every land, 7/wre burst hosannas, Heaven’s loud acclaim, O’er every new-arrived. his name they name. While all the blood—washed throng,

l'n accents loud and long,

Their rapturous joy proclaim,

Shouting and singing, Glory to the Lamb!

All praise to Him who sits upon the Throne, Who rules the universe, the Lord alone! Jehovah, Jesus, Savior, Great I AM!

To Him who bought us

With His precious blood;

To Him who brought us

To this Bright Abode,

Of perfect blessedness,

And Everlasting Peace,

“ The Bosom of Our Father and our God! "

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SUGGESTED ON HEARING REV. MR. RAND’S DESCRIP— TION OF THE LAST HOURS OF JOHN PAUL, A CONVERTED MICMAC.

On the floor of his wigwan an Indian lay,

And his spirit was rapidly passing away;

On his brow stood the dewdrop of death, thick and chill, And the life-pulse once bounding was fast growing still; He spoke to his friends as they gathered around,

All eager to list to the last fainting sound