A CURIOUS ACROSTIC

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Aug 12, 1858

A CURIOUS ACROSTIC.

[We find the following curious piece of poetry in a late number of the Presbyterian Magazine. The initial capital letters spell, "My boast is in the glorious cross of Christ;" and the words in italic, when read from top to bottom and from the bottom to the top, make the Lord's Prayer.—N. Yorker.]

Make known the gospel truths, our Father, King; Yield us thy grace, dear Father, from above; Bless us with hearts which feelingly can sing Our life thou art for ever, God of love, Assuage our griefs in love for Christ, we pray, Since the bright Prince of Heaven and glory died! Took all our shame, and hallowed the display, In first being man and then being crucified. Stupendous God! thy grace and power make known In Jesus' name, let all the world rejoice, New labors in thy heavenly Kingdom own; That blessed Kingdom, for thy saints the choice! How vile to come to thee is all our cry, Enemies to thy-self and all that's thine! Graceless our will our lives, for vanity, Loathing the truth, being evil in design, O God thy will be done, from earth to heaven, Reclining on the gospel let us live, In earth, from sins deliver-ed and forgiven, Oh, as thyself, but teach us to forgive, Unless its power temptation doth destroy Sure is our fall into the depths of woe; Carnal in mind, we've not a glimpse of joy, Raised against heaven, in us no hope can flow, O give us grace and lead us on thy way; Shine on us with thy love, and give us peace; Self and this sin, which rise against us, slay; Oh! grant each day our trespass-es may cease; Forgive our evil deeds, that oft we do; Convince us daily of them to our shame, Help us with heavenly bread; forgive us too Recurrent lusts, and we adore thy name, In thy forgive-ness, we as saints can die, Since, for us and our trespasses so high, Thy son, our Saviour, blet on Calvary.