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But high, mysterious, and unknown,
And knows nor hope nor fear below,
Oh, how shall mortal dare essay,
And all that finite sense can deem Of Him who reigns enthroned above; Light, such as blest Isaiah's dream, When to the awe-struck prophet's eyes God bade the star of Judah riseThere heaven in living lustre glowedThere shone the Saviour-there the God. O ye, to whom the dying Lord
Your sorrows-not his own
Thou, on whose guilt the Saviour cast
The cloud that hung upon her brow
Whose look such peace and glory shed;
When years and years have lingered by,
Fixes his first enraptured gaze
Upon the bright sun's living rays.
Short space He stood-His lifted eyes
To heaven a moment raised-He spoke-
OUR BLESSED SAVIOUR IN THE GARDEN OF GETHSEMANE.
MATT. xxvi. 36-46.
WREATH of glory circles still his head—
And yet he kneels—and yet he seems to be
On his pale brow the drops are large and red
His hands are clasped, his eyes are raised in prayer ; —
Who calmed the tempest, and who raised the dead?
There is! there is! for now the powers of hell
Are struggling for the mastery;-'tis the hour When Death exerts his last permitted power; When the dread weight of sin, since Adam fell, Is visited on him, who deigned to dwell
A man with men, that he might bear the stroke Of wrath divine, and burst the captive's yoke-But oh, of that dread strife what words can tell?
Those only those-which broke with many a groan
Was mighty to endure, and strong to save;
(Imitated from the Italian of Crescembini.)
ASKED the Heavens, "What foe to God hath done
From such a spectacle of guilt and shame."
I asked the Sea;-the Sea in fury boiled,
And answered with his voice of storms, "Twas man;
Disclosed the abyss, and from the centre ran.'
I asked the Earth;-the Earth replied aghast,
HE cross, the cross! oh, bid it rise,
Beheld by all the world;
A sign to myriads far and wide,
Meet emblem of the Crucified
The cross, the cross! With solemn vow
He will press on through foes and fears,
The cross, the cross! Upon the heart
And stratagem of hell;
A hope, when other hopes shall cease,
The Christian's blessedness and peace,
The cross, the cross! Ye heralds blest,
Go forth to lands with sin opprest,
In truth and love revealed,
It may be seen by every eye,
And stricken souls be healed.
The cross! Dear Church, the world is dark,
This source of living light-
So thou shalt go through all the earth,
And conquer in this sign.
REV. B. D. WINSLOW.
THE LOVE OF THE SAVIOUR.
H! never, never canst thou know
What then for thee the Saviour bore;
Yes! man for man, perchance, may brave
An emanation from above,
Glimmers o'er life's uncertain dream,-
We hail that beam and call it Love!
That love, whose praise with quenchless fire,
Where perfect rapture reigns above,
THE VOICE OF GOD.
"I heard thy voice in the garden, and I was afraid."
MIDST the trilling leaves, thy voice
At evening's fall drew near:
Father! and did not man rejoice
That blessed sound to hear?