isdom and grace of God we
shall do in this work, which will reveal true Christianity and expose
every imposition. Christ is the vine; Christians are the branches. The
vine and the branches are of the same nature. The branches retain life by
abiding in the vine. They who abide in Christ walk (or live) even as
Christ walked (or lived); that is, the vine and the branches bear the same
kind of fruit. This is the philosophy of true Christianity. Anything
bearing fruit in nature contrary to the truth or Christ principle is not
Christianity, but is devilanity. "Ye are of your father the devil, and the
lusts of your father will ye do;" or sinful fruit ye will bear.

Christian Power.

Christianity--stately queen,
Virgin--loveliest ever seen,
Fairest art thou upon the earth,
And of a higher, nobler birth.
When king Agrippa heard thy name,
And how abroad was spread thy fame,
And saw thee lovely as thou art,
Thou almost won his heathen heart.
When in the midnight's gloomy hour,
The Romish jailer saw thy power,
When thund'ring tones his ear did greet,
He trembling worshiped at thy feet.
When kneeling down beside the dead,
In sacred, solemn tones, thou said,
"Dorcas, in Jesus' name arise,"
And opened were the woman's eyes.
When man our days in death had lain,
Thou gavest him back his life again.
When woman did her sin deplore,
Thou whispered, "Go, and sin no more."
When wicked Simon saw thy power
He strove to win thee with a dower;
Within his sinful heart he thought
Thy power with money could be bought;
Thou spurned his offer and made bold,
To bid him perish with his gold.
They lied to thee and lost their life,
Both Ananias and his wife.
Such was thy power in days of yore,
And such 'twill be forevermore.

Christian Purity.

Fairest art thou among the fair,
Thy graces none but thee can wear;
In trailing robes of snowy white,
Thou art on earth a gleam of light;
Thy cheeks are comely as the rose,
Thy neck as white as winter snows;
Thy lips are like a scarlet thread,
Thy locks like silver on thy head.
To him who with thee is in love,
Thou'rt meek and gentle as the dove;
Virgin, so pure and bold and free,
No spot is found at all in thee.
Such was thy purity of yore
And such 'twill be forevermore.

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