Every eye shall now behold Him,
Clothed in awful majesty ;
Those who set at nought and sold Him,
Pierced and nailed Him to the tree,
Deeply wailing,
Shall the Great Messiah see!
Every island, sea, and mountain,
Heaven and earth shall flee away;
All who hate Him, must, confounded,
Hear the trump proclaim the day,
"Come to judgment !
Come to judgment ! Come away!"
Now, redemption, long expected,
See in solemn pomp appear!
All His saints, by men rejected,
Now shall meet Him in the air!
Hallelujah!
See the day of God appear !
Answer thine own Bride and Spirit!
Hasten, Lord, the general doom!
Promised glory to inherit,
Take thy pining exiles home;
All creation
Travails, groans, and bids Thee come!
Yea! Amen! Let all adore Thee,
High on Thine exalted throne;
Saviour! take the power and glory,
Claim the kingdom for Thine own!
O come quickly!
Hallelujah! Come, Lord, come !
BROTHER, thou art gone before us,
And thy saintly soul is flown
Where tears are wiped from every eye,
And sorrow is unknown.
From the burthen of the flesh,
And from care and fear releas'd,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.
The toilsome way thou'st travelled o'er,
And borne the heavy load,
But Christ hath taught thy languid feet
To reach His blest abode;
Thou'rt sleeping now, like Lazarus
Upon His Father's breast,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.
Sin can never taint thee now,
Nor doubt thy faith assail,
Nor thy meek trust in Jesus Christ,
And the Holy Spirit fail :
And there thou'rt sure to meet the good,
Whom on earth thou lovedst best,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.
"Earth to earth," and "dust to dust,"
Christ's minister hath said,
So we lay the turf above thee now,
And we seal thy narrow bed:
But thy spirit, brother, soars away
Among the faithful blest,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.
DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB.
THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green,
hat host with their banners at sunset were seen;
the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown,
host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed on the face of the foe as he passed,
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still.
And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride;
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail;
And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,
The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;
And the might of the Gentile unsmote by the sword
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord.
SIR WALTER SCOTT.
WITHIN this awful volume lies
The mystery of mysteries;
Happiest they of human race
To whom their God has given grace
To read, to fear, to hope, to pray,
To lift the latch, to force the way;
And better had they ne'er been born,
Than read to doubt, or read to scorn.
WEEP not for the saint that ascends
To partake of the joys of the sky,
Weep not for the seraph which bends
With the worshipping chorus on high.
Weep not for the spirit now crowned,
With the garland to martyrdom given,
O weep not for him, he has found
His reward and his refuge in heaven.
But weep for their sorrows, who stand
And lament o'er the dead by his grave,-
Who sigh when they muse on the land
Of their home, far away o'er the wave :-
Who sigh when they think that the strife,
And the toil, and the perils before them,
Must fill up the moments of life,
Till the anguish of death shall come o'er them.
And weep for the nations that dwell
Where the light of the truth never shone,
Where anthems of praise never swell,
And the love of the Lamb is unknown.
O weep for the herald that came
To proclaim in their dwelling the story
Of Jesus, and life through his name,
Has been summoned away to his glory.
Weep not for the saint that ascends
To partake of the joys of the sky;
Weep not for the seraph that bends
With the worshipping chorus on high:
But weep for the mourners who stand
By the grave of their brother in sadness;
And weep for the heathen whose land
Still must wait for the day-spring of gladness.
CHILD, amidst the flowers at play,
While the red light fades away;
Mother, with thine earnest eye,
Ever following silently;
Father, by the breeze of eve,
Called thy harvest work to leave:
Prayere yet the dark hours be,
Lift the heart and bend the knee.
Traveller, in the stranger's land,
Far from thine own household band;
Mourner, haunted by the tone
Of a voice from this world gone ;
Captive, in whose narrow cell
Sunshine hath not leave to dwell;
Sailor, on the darkening sea,
Lift the heart and bend the knee.
Warrior, that from battle won,
Breathest now at set of sun;
Woman, o'er the lowly slain,
Weeping on his burial plain;
Ye that triumph, ye that sigh,
Kindred by one holy tie;
Heaven's first star alike ye see-
Lift the heart and bend the knee.
CHRIST OUR EXAMPLE IN SUFFERING.
Go to dark Gethsemane,
Ye that feel the tempter's power,
Your Redeemer's conflict see,
Watch with Him one bitter hour;
Turn not from His griefs away;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
Follow to the judgment-hall,
View the Lord of life arraigned,
O the wormwood and the gall!
O the pangs His soul sustained!
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss,
Learn of Him to bear the cross.
Calvary's mournful mountain climb;
There, adoring at His feet,
Mark that miracle of time,
God's own sacrifice complete :
"It is finished !"-hear the cry;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
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