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Which in Heaven's sight He did present
O happy pledge of pardon sure,
And of an endless blissful state, Since human nature once made pure,
For Heaven becomes so fit a mate!
Lord, raise our sinking minds therefore,
Up to our proper country dear; And purify us evermore,
To fit us for those regions clear.
That when He shall return again
In clouds of glory, as He went, Our souls no foulness may retain,
But be found pure and innocent.
And so may mount to His bright hosts
On eagle wings up to the sky, And be conducted to the courts
Of everlasting bliss and joy.
HE, who on earth as man was known,
His hands the wheels of Nature guide
With an unerring skill,
Obey His sovereign will.
While harps unnumbered sound His praise
In yonder world above,
And glory in His love.
His righteousness, to faith revealed,
Affords a hiding-place and shield
This land through which His pilgrims go,
Is desolate and dry; But streams of grace from Him o'erflow,
Their thirst to satisfy.
When troubles, like a burning sun,
Beat heavy on their head,
And find a pleasing shade.
How glorious He! how happy they
In such a glorious Friend!
And crowns them at the end.
WHERE high the heavenly temple stands,
He who for man in mercy stood,
Though now ascended up on high,
Our fellow-sufferer yet retains
In every pang that rends the heart
He sympathises in our grief,
With boldness, therefore, at the throne,
J. Logan III
THE WRITTEN WORD
DIM as the borrowed beams of moon and stars
John Dry den
AND so the Word had breath, and wrought
Which he may read that binds the sheaf,
In roarings round the coral reef.