I have seen an end of all _perfection_.--Psalm cxix. 96. Be ye therefore _perfect_, even as your Father which is in heaven is _perfect_.--Matthew, v. 48. Give glory to the Son, who came Clothed in our fleshy, mortal frame; Who bore our sins, vouchsafed to give Himself to die, that we might live; Who--holy, harmless, undefiled, Was patient--spurned, was dumb--reviled; Who, in the agonies of death, Poured for His foes His parting breath; Was _perfect_ God and man in one: Give glory to the Incarnate Son! _Barton._ Behold the beauty of His matchless life In deed and thought connecting earth and heaven:-- Call every virtue which the mind conceives, Or view _perfection_ in sublime excess Of glory, such as dreams of God pourtray, And what can emulate the Prince of Peace! _R. Montgomery._ Oh! who shall paint them--let the sweetest tone That ever trembled on the harps of Heaven, Be discord; let the chanting seraphim, Whose anthem is eternity, be dumb; For praise and wonder, adoration,--all Melt into muteness, ere they soar to Thee, Thou sole _Perfection_!--Theme of countless worlds! _R. Montgomery._ Oh, Thou, who all _perfection_ art! How shall my soul approach to Thee? How can my black, polluted heart Endure Thy searching scrutiny? Only through grace of Him by whom The just avenging arm is stayed; By whose descent into the tomb Was im_perfection perfect_ made. _Egone._ PESTILENCE--PLAGUE. And the Lord said unto Moses, Rise up early in the morning, and stand before Pharoah, and say unto him, Thus saith the Lord God of the Hebrews, Let my people go, that they may serve me. For I will at this time send all my _plagues_ upon thine heart, and upon thy servants, and upon thy people; that thou mayest know that there is none like me in all the earth. For now I will stretch out my hand, that I may smite thee and thy people with _pestilence_; and thou shalt be cut off from the earth.--Exodus, ix. 13, 14, 15. He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most high shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome _pestilence_. There shall no evil befal thee, neither shall any _plague_ come nigh thy dwelling.--Psalm xci. 1, 3, 10.