For those who do exalt themselves, Shall feel humility; But those who are abased on earth, Shall high exalted be. Now when you come to God in prayer, Confess your every sin; And if you humble are, He'll give To you His love Divine. [Illustration: Christ Stilling the Tempest.] [Illustration: MISSING] X. THE RICH MAN AND LAZARUS. There, was a certain rich man once Who sumptuously did fare, His form was clothed in purple fine And costly linen rare. There also was a poor man laid, Down at the rich man's gate, The crumbs that from the table fell Were given him to eat. It came to pass the poor man died, And he was borne away, In Abraham's bosom, to rejoice In an eternal day. And soon the rich man also died, His death was one of gloom, But he was robed in pomp, and laid Within a costly tomb. In hell he lifted up his eyes, And seeing Abraham, With Lazarus in his bosom, cried, And call'd him by his name, And said, "O! father Abraham, I am with anguish wrung, Send Lazarus, that with water, he May cool my parched tongue." But Abraham said, "Remember, son, That thou hadst thy good things, When thou didst live, and Lazarus Had nought but evil things. "And now he's comforted, and here He shall forever live, But thou art cast away and shall Great pain and sorrow have. "And there's the gulf impassable 'Tis placed 'twixt thee and me, I cannot call thee out from thence, Nor send him down to thee." The rich man said, "I therefore pray That thou wouldst Lazarus send, Unto my brethren five at home, To warn them of my end." He answer'd, "No, they have the Law And Prophets often read; If they're not warn'd, they'll not believe Though one rose from the dead." How sad it is to live in sin, And spend our fleeting breath In vanity, so when God calls We're unprepared for death. Let us love God with all our hearts, And lean upon his Word, That after death we all may reign Forever with the Lord. [Illustration: MISSING] XI. THE PRODIGAL SON. "There's joy divine," the Saviour said, "Among the bless'd in Heaven, When one on earth of sin repents, And feels his sin forgiven." There was a man who had two sons; The _younger_ to him said, "Give me the share that falls to me;" And he division made. And soon the younger son prepared To leave his father's home, And all the comforts he enjoy'd, Out o'er the world to roam. How many children leave their home To wander far and wide, To roam o'er hill and desert far, Or on the foaming tide. But still they feel, whate'er they do Wherever they may roam, Whatever pleasures they may have, _There is no place like home._ The younger son took all he had, And soon the whole was spent; A famine rising in the land, He soon began to want.