JERUSALEM. JERUSALEM, Jerusalem, How glad should I have been, Could I have stood on Olivet, Where once the Saviour trod, The city of our God! For is it not, Almighty God, The holy city still, Though there Thy prophets walk no more,— Thy prophets walk no more, indeed, On Zion's sadden'd brow; Jerusalem, I would have seen The trees o palm that overhang The goats that cling along thy cliffs, Beneath whose shade lie down, alike, I would have mused, while night hung out Beneath those ancient olive trees Whose foliage from the pilgrim hides Whose twisted arms and gnarled trunks Those aged olive trees Are shading yet, and in their shade He sought the Father there. And thought upon the Saviour's cross, Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Thy cross thou bearest now! Thy golden crown, the crown of truth, The crescent is thy cross! It is not mine, nor will it be, To see the bloody rod That scourgeth thee, and long hath scourged, Thou city of our God! But round thy hill predictions throng And voices that went up from it Went up that day, when darkness fell And shrouded thee at noon; and when BRIEF MEMOIR OF M. J. A—. MY DEAR SIR,-I am sure you will rejoice, and I believe many of the readers of the GLEANER will also, that the Great and Good Shepherd still continues to smile upon His own work in our midst, and that, too, among the young. Another of our Sunday scholars has been removed from our rank here to swell the number of the saints above, and though only about ten years of age, thank God, there is abundant testimony to evidence that the little one concerning whom I write was marked by the Lord Jesus as His own, and that He had gathered her into His fold during her sojourn on earth, preparatory to the great change which took her from a world of sorrow to a bright and happy eternal home above. What a day that shall be of which the prophet Malachi writes, “ And they shall be mine, saith the Lord of Hosts, in that day when I make up my jewels." And one anticipates the time when there shall indeed be a glorious gathering of those, amongst others, of 66 whom our Lord once said, "Of such is the kingdom of God," or, as we were singing on Good Friday last "And happy amid that bright, joyous throng, How sweetly their voices shall praise Him there In their robes of white, For they all have been washed in His blood. And crowns they shall wear of the purest gold, And each shall cast down His glittering crown, At the feet of the heavenly King." And I firmly believe that M. J. A—, the subject of the following brief memoir, will be one amid this blessed band. I wonder if some of the readers of the LITTLE GLEANER ever ask themselves individually, "Shall I be there ?" One writes in a hymn somewhere "Lord in Thy house I read there's room; For sinners, Lord, Thou cam'st to bleed; Lord, I believe Thy grace is free: O magnify that grace in me." M. Jane A- was, although young, for several ars one of the scholars in our Sunday-school. e valued deeply the instruction she received here, and would often say, What a good thing is to have a Sunday-school teacher." Her lessons 66 |