Changed then that dismal scene,
Fled that dread hue imprest,-
The orb sent forth its glorious gleen,

And with new lustre drest

The beauteous scene;

Then, stretching far on high,
Another form became,

And showed, in brilliant majesty,
A cross of hallowed flame,

Burning on high.

Raised on a battle car

Of ancient shape and mould,

The Cross, whose brilliance streamed afar, Seemed to sure victory rolled,

On that grand car.

Thou dwelling in the Height,

On earth the Nazarene !

Now in thy light may we see light;

Be here thy glory seen,

*

From out the Height!

The light which issued thence,
How calm and sweet and fair!

I gazed, with ravished, awful sense,
And breathed that light, as air,
Which issued thence.

* Psalm xxxvi. 9.

I knew no fear, but awe,

Such as the prophet felt,

When in the isle his LORD he saw,*
And in his presence knelt,

Though perfect love cast out all fear, †
Yet worshipped and adored

The reverent seer.

Angels in light and bliss,

Who harp GOD's praise above,
Feel sacred rapture such as this,

Awful yet fearless love,

The angels' bliss.

There is no fear in love,

Yet love is rapturous awe,

GOD, Infinite Love, our hearts approve,

While Love is Infinite Law,

With awful love.

That chariot of the Lamb !

It has no barbed steeds!

Rushing in strength to save or damn,

Its course JEHOVAH speeds,

The Almighty Lamb!

*Rev. i. 13-17.

+ 1 John iv. 18. "There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear; because fear hath torment."

Oh King, so wonderous meek,

Now throned o'er heaven's vast nave!
Thou cam'st to earth the lost to seek,*
The trusting suppliant save, t

Thou King so meek!

Gird on thy shining sword,

Oh conquering Son decreed, ‡

GOD's spirit-piercing, powerful word: §

Through all the nations speed,

With thy sharp sword! ||

Oh Thou most mighty God!
Ride on to triumph now; T

Let nations purchased with thy blood,
To thee, LORD JESUS, bow,

SONNET.

"Clouds and darkness are round about him; righteousness and judgment are the habitation of his throno."- PSALM xcvii. 2.

THERE is a mourner, whose young pulses beat
Wildly and fitfully with lonely grief;
Within whose riven heart, without relief,
Still preys her parting-woe's first burning heat.
I honor that true friend, — that faithful wife, —
And deeply pity her; for well I know

Her voiceless, dreary, dark, and blighting woe,Faithful in death to him she loved in life.

Ah! why should one so true be doomed to mourn, From hour to hour, to life's extremest bourn? Thou GoD of grace! thy ways are not as ours, Thou smil'st in mercy when thy judgment lowers! Forgive the doubt, oh righteous LORD! Sin rends The heart; thou lov'st! Thy heaven will make

amends !

CHRISTIAN RESIGNATION.

"I know that he shall rise again in the resurrection at the last day." ST. JOHN xi. 24.

"Not my will, but thine be done."-ST. LUKE, xxii. 42.

"T was early spring: the flowers had just begun To spread their beauties to the genial sun; And smiling verdure decked the swelling plains, Which late were bound in winter's icy chains; And where the careless sleigh last slid along, There flowed a current, rapid, deep, and strong; And birds were pouring forth their carols loud In woods, which lately to the tempest bowed.

The winds breathed not;

high;

the noon-day sun rode

No cloud was seen to spot the azure sky.

A funeral train moved on in solemn show,
A small and sad procession, silent, slow:-
One only mourned, and her groans, shuddering, low,
Told the intenseness of a mother's woe;

One only wept, and her swoln, tearful eye
Expressed a mother's dreary agony;

They followed to his grave the only son

Of this now lonely, childless, widowed one.

Her trust was in her GoD: she knew that He,

Who by his word had smoothed the stormy sea,
Can give sweet comfort in the dark distress,
When sorrows crowd around and trials press.