THE JUDGMENT.

MILMAN.

THE chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire,
As the Lord cometh down in the pomp of his ire:

Self-moving it drives on its pathway of cloud,

And the Heavens with the burthen of Godhead are bow'd.

The glory! the glory! by millions are pour'd,

The hosts of the Angels to wait on their Lord,

And the glorified saints, and the martyrs are there,
And all who the palm-wreath of victory wear.

The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead have all heard:

Lo, the depths of the stone-covered charnel are stirr'd: From the sea, from the land, from the south and the north, The vast geuerations of man are come forth.

The Judgment! the Judgment! the thrones are all set,
Where the Lamb, and the white-vested elders are met!

HERE, my best thoughts are stained with guilt and fear;
But love and pardon shall be perfect THERE.

HERE, my best duties are defiled with sin;
THERE, all is ease without, and peace within.
HERE, feeble faith supplies my only light;
THFRE, faith and hope are swallowed up in sight.
HERE, love of self my fairest works destroys;
THERE, love of God shall perfect all my joys.
HERE, things as in a glass, are darkly shown;
THERE, I shall know as clearly as I'm known.
Frail are the fairest flowers which bloom below;
THERE, freshest palms on roots immortal grow.
HERE, wants and cares perplex my anxious mind;
But spirits THERE, a calm fruition find.

HERE, disappointments my best schemes destroy;
THERE, those that sowed in tears shall reap in joy.
HERE, vanity is stamped on all below;
Perfection THERE, on every good shall grow.
HERE, my fond heart is fastened on some friend,
Whose kindness may, whose life must have an end;
But THERE, no failure can I ever prove,-

God cannot disappoint, for God is love.

Here, Christ for sinners suffered, groaned, and bled;

But THERE, he reigns the great triumphant Head.

HERE, mocked and scourged, he wore a crown of thorns;

A crown of glory THERE, his brow adorns.

HERE, error clouds the will, and dims 'the sight;

THERE, all is knowledge, purity, and light.

HERE, so imperfect is this mortal state,

If blest myself, I mourn some other's fate

At every human wo I HERE repine;

The joy of every saint shall THERE be mine.
HERE, if I lean, the world shall pierce my heart ;
But THERE, that broken reed and I shall part.
HERE, on no promised good can I depend;
But THERE, the Rock of Ages is my friend.
HERE, if some sudden joy delight inspire,
The dread to lose it damps the rising fire;
But THERE, whatever good the soul employ,
The thought, that 'tis eternal, crowns the joy !

CELESTIAL GLORY.

ANON.

SINCE o'er thy footstool here below
Such beauteous gems are thrown,
O what magnificence must glow,

My God around thy throne!
So brilliant here these drops of light,
There the full ocean rolls how bright!

If night's blue curtain of the sky,
With thousand stars inwrought;-
Hung, like some royal canopy,

With glittering diamonds fraught,
Be, Lord, thy temple's outer veil,
What glory round the shrine must dwell

The dazzling sun, at noontide bour,
Forth from his flaming vase,