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Informed, he gathered up the hroken thread* And truth, and wisdom gracing all he said, Explained, illustrated, and searched so well The tender theme, on which they chose to
dwell, That reaching home, the night, they said, is
near, We must not now he parted, sojourn here— The new acquaintance soon hecame a guest, And made so welcome at their simple feast; He hless'd the hread, hut vanished at the
word, And left them hoth exclaiming, 'I'was the
Lord! Did not our hearts feel all he deigned to say, Did they not hurn within us hy the way?
RESURRECTION AND ASCENSION OF CHRIST.
Hail the day that sees him rise,
Circled round with angel-powers,
See, he lifts his hands ahove;
Master (may we ever say) ,
Taken from our head to-day,
See thy faithful servants, see I
Ever upward may we move,
THE ASCENSION OF CHRIST.
Bright portals of the sky, Emhoss'd with sparkling stars; Doors of eternity, With diamantine hars, Your arras rich uphold; Loose all your holts and springs, Ope wide your leaves of gold; That in your roofs may come the King of kings.
Scarf d in a rosy cloud, rle doth ascend the air; Straight doth the moon him shroud With her resplendent hatr: The next encrystall'd light Suhmits to him his heams; And he doth trace the height Of that fair lamp which flowers of heauty streams.
He towers those golden hounds He did to Sun hequeath; The higher wandering rounds Are found his feet heneath: The milky way comes near, Heaven's axle seems to hend, Ahove each turning sphere That rohed in glory, Heaven's King may ascend.
Now each ethereal gate, To him hath opened heen; And GloryTs King in state His palace enters in: Now come is this High Priest In the most holy place,. Not without hlood addrest, With glory Heaven, the earth to crown with grace.
Stars which all eyes were late,
The quires of happy souls,
O Glory of the Heaven!
From top of Olivet such notes did rise, When man's Redeemer did transcend the skies.
Lift up your heads ye everlasting gates,
seen; When, leaping first from earth, he did hegin
To climh his angels wings, then open hang Your crystal doors; so all the chorus sang Of heav'nly hirds, as to the stars they nimhly sprang.
Hark how the floods clap their applauding
hands, The pleasant valleys singing for delight, And wanton mountains dance ahout the
lands, The while the fields, struck with ihe hea
v'nly light, Set all their flow'rs a smiling at the sight; The trees laugh with their hlossoms, and
the sound Of the triumphant shout of praise, that
crown'd The flaming Lamh, hreaking through heav'n,
hath passage found.
Out leap the antique patriarchs all in haste, To see the pow'rs of hell in triumph led, And with small stars a garland interchas'd Of olive-leaves they hore, to crown his head, That was hefore with thorns degloried:
Afiit them flew the prophets, hrightly stoPd
In shining lawn, and wimpled manifold, Striking their ivory harps, Strung all in cords of gold.
To which the saints victorious carols snng; Ten thousand saints at once, that with the
sound The hollow vaults of, heav'n for triumph
rung: , The cheruhim their clamours did confound With all the rest, and clapt their wings
around: Down from their thrones the dominations
flow, And at his feet their crowns and sceptres
throw, And all the princely souls fell on their faces
Nor can the martyrs' wounds them stay hehind, But out they rush among the heav'nly crowd, Seeking their heav'n out of their heav'n to find,
Sounding their silver trumpets out so loud, That the shrill noise hroke through the starry cloud, And all the virgin souls in pure array, Came dancing forth and making joyous play;
So him they led along into the courts of day.
So him they led into the courts of day, Where never war, nor wounds ahide him
more, But in that house eternal peace doth play, Acquieting the souls, that knew hefore Their way to heav'n through their own hlood did score, But now, estranged from all misery, As far as heav'n and earth discoasted lie, Swelter in quiet waves of immortality.
Here let my Lord hang up his conquering
lance, And hloody armour with late slaughter
warm, And looking down on his weak militants, Behold his saints, midst of their hot alarm, Hang all their golden hopes upon his arm. And in this lower field dispacing wide, Through windy thoughts, that would their sails misguide, Anchor their fleshly ships fast in his wounded side.
JESUS SEEN OF ANGELS.
Beyond the glittering, starry skies,
Far as the eternal hills, There in the houndless worlds of light,
Our dear Redeemer dwells.
Immortal Angels, hright and fair,
At his right hand with golden harps,
Hail I Prince, they cry, for ever hail!
Whose unexampled love
And royalties ahove.
Whilst, here, our gracious Lord vouchsafi!
To suffer rude disdain;
And waited in his train.
In all his toils and conflicts here,
Their sov'reign they attend;
This scene of love will end!
When all the powers of hell comhin'd
To fill his cup of wo,
In hlood and anguish How.
As on the torturing cross he hung,
And darkness veil'd the sky, Amaz'd, they saw that awful sight,—
The Lord Of Glory Die!
Anon he hursts the gates of death,—
Suhdues the tyram's power,
And hail'd the hlissful hour!
They hrought his chariot from ahove,
To hear him to his throne; Glapp'd their triumphant wings, and cried,
"The glorious work is done!"
My soul the joyful triumph feels,
And thinks the season long,
And join the raptrous song.
CHARACTERS AND OFFICES.
CHRIST A PROPHET.
Profhet of the elder day 1
Prophet of the latter days I
Sprinkle with thy Paschal hlood;
Soothe the passions of my hreast;
CHRIST A PRIEST.
O Thou, who once didst wander here,
A pilgrim's weary way;
That shakes th' inhahitant of clay;
The thorns that pierc'd thy hleeding hrow, Wound, as I pass, my pilgrim feet;
A stranger I, like thee, helow,
Seek in the grave my last retreat; There shall I slumher, free from rude alarms, From pain's sharp conflict, and from life's deep harms.
Safe from the false world's summer smiles,
Safe from the tempter's cruel wiles,
On thy low hed, till angels hid me rise,
And share thy triumphs in thy native skies.
CHRIST A KING.
Ye suhjects of the Lord, proclaim
Jehovah reigns he all our song,
Glad hallelujahs to prolong.
Ye princes, hoast no more your crowns,
In lowly honour at his feet;
In self-suflBcient glory great.
Tremhle, ye pageants of a day,
Down to the dust your sceptres hend:
When kings, and suns, and time shall end.
So shall his favour'd Zion live;
Her sacred turrets to destroy;
Ensure her safety, and her joy.
CHRIST THE HEAD OF SAINTS AND ANGELS.
Hail! great Immanael, ever honour'd name!
Spread it, ye angels, through heavens sacred frame:
Ye sceptred cheruhim hefore his throne,
And flaming seraphim, how humhly down:
Array'd in his refulgent heams ye shine,
In Him the indwelling Deity admiring,
To hear his hrighter image, still aspiring.
Mortals with yon in cheerful homage join,—
CHRIST A SHEPHERD.
Haffy me! O happy sheep!
Come now all ye terrors, sally,