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Shall the last darkness of the world dispel,

The Mediator in his wrath
Descending down the lightning's path.

Yet, yet awhile, offended Saviour, pause,

In act to break

Thine outrag’d laws,
O spare thy rebels for thine own dear sake;

Withdraw thine hand, nor dash to earth
The covenant of our second birth.

'Tis forfeit like the first-We own it all

Yet for love's sake,

Let it not fall;
But at thy touch let veiled hearts awake,

That nearest to thine altar lie,
Yet least of holy things descry.

Teacher of teachers ! Priest of priests! from Thee

The sweet strong prayer

Must rise, to free
First Levi, then all Israel, from the snare.

Thou art our Moses out of sight-
Speak for us, or we perish quite.

d Exodus xxxii. 19.


Why stand ye gazing up into Heaven? This same Jesus, which is taken up from you into Heaven, shall so come in like manner as ye have seen him go into Heaven. Acts i. 11.

SOFT cloud, that while the breeze of May Chants her glad matins in the leafy arch,

Draw'st thy bright veil across the heavenly way, Meet pavement for an angel's glorious march :

My soul is envious of mine

eye, That it should soar and glide with thee so fast,

The while my groveling thoughts half buried lie, Or lawless roam around this earthly waste.

Chains of my heart, avaunt I sayI will arise, and in the strength of love

Pursue the bright track ere it fade away, My Saviour's pathway to his home above.

Sure, when I reach the point where earth Melts into nothing from th’uncumber'd sight,

Heaven will o'ercome th' attraction of my birth, And I shall sink in yonder sea of light:

Till resting by th' incarnate LORD, Once bleeding, now triumphant for my sake,

I mark him, how. by seraph hosts ador'd He to earth's lowest cares is still awake.

The sun and every vassal star, All

space, beyond the soar of Angel wings, Wait on His word : and


he stays his car For every sigh a contrite suppliant brings.

He listens to the silent tear
For all the anthems of the boundless sky-

And shall our dreams of music bar our ear
To His soul-piercing voice for ever nigh?

Nay, gracious Saviour—but as now
Our thoughts have trac'd thee to thy glory-throne,

So help us evermore with thee to bow
Where human sorrow breathes her lowly moan.

We must not stand to gaze too long, Though on unfolding Heaven our gaze we bend,

Where lost behind the bright angelic throng We see Christ's entering triumph slow ascend.

No fear but we shall soon behold, Faster than now it fades, that gleam revive,

When issuing from his cloud of fiery gold Our wasted frames feel the true sun, and live.

Then shall we see Thee as Thou art, For ever fix'd in no unfruitful gaze,

But such as lifts the new-created heart, Age after age, in worthier love and praise.


As every man hath received the gift, even so minister the same one to another, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God. 1 St. Peter iv. 10.

THE Earth that in her genial breast
Makes for the down a kindly nest,
Where wafted by the warm south-west

It floats at pleasure,
Yields, thankful, of her very best,

To nurse her treasure :

True to her trust, tree, herb, or reed,
She renders for each scatter'd seed,
And to her Lord with duteous heed

Gives large increase :
Thus year by year she works unfeed,

And will not cease.

Woe worth these barren hearts of ours,
Where Thou hast set celestial flowers,

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