No night is there, no tears or mental gloom; But every bosom glows with pure delight: There fragrant, thornless flowers for ever bloom; No hoary frosts are there, no chilling blight.

But, oh! what did these heavenly blessings cost? What was the price the blessed Saviour gave, To rescue sinners perishing and lost,

And from eternal death their spirits save?

Alas! for us He bowed His head and died! From His pierced side He poured the crimson flood:

For us, our glorious Lord was crucified!
We are redeemed by His own precious blood.

Oh, in what terms shall we our homage bring, In what seraphic notes pour forth our praise, As we essay to magnify our King

And celebrate the wonders of His grace?

While ages roll in the vast world above,
From every tongue be highest praises given;

Oh, who can ever estimate that love,

That makes a child of death an heir of

Heaven!

And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away." - REV. xxi. 1.

OH, how beautiful that region,

And how fair that heavenly legion
Where thus men and angels blend !
Glorious will that city be,

Full of deep tranquillity,

Light and peace from end to end. All the happy dwellers there

Shine in robes of purity,

Keep the law of charity,

Bound in firmest unity.

Labor finds them not, nor care;

Ignorance can ne'er perplex,

Nothing tempt them, nothing vex;
Joy and health their fadeless blessing,
Always every good possessing.

66 Beloved, now are we the sons of God; and it doth not yet appear what we shall be."- JOHN iii. 2.

"I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with Thy likeness." Ps. xvii. 15.

FAR out of sight, while sorrows still enfold us,

Lies the far country where our hearts

abide;

And of its bliss is naught more wondrous told us, Than these few words, "I shall be satisfied."

"I shall be satisfied!" The spirit's yearning For sweet companionship with kindred minds, The silent love that here meets no returning, The inspiration that no language finds, —

Shall they be satisfied? The soul's vague longing,

The aching void which nothing earthly fills? Oh, what desires upon my heart are thronging, As I look upward to the heavenly hills!

Thither my weak and weary steps are tending; Saviour and Lord, with Thy frail child abide ! Guide me towards home, where, all my wanderings ended,

I shall see thee, and "shall be satisfied!"

"And I said, Oh, that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest. I would hasten my escape from the windy storm and tempest."— Ps. lv. 6, 8.

BEYOND these chilling winds and gloomy

skies,

Beyond death's cloudy portal,

There is a land where beauty never dies,

And love becomes immortal, —

A land whose light is never dimmed by shade,
Whose fields are ever vernal;

Where nothing beautiful can ever fade,
But bloom for aye eternal.

We may not know how sweet its balmy air,
How bright and fair its flowers ;

We may not hear the songs that echo there,
Through these enchanted bowers;

The city's shining towers we may not see
With our dim earthly vision;

For death, the silent warder, keeps the key
That opes these gates elysian;

But sometimes, when adown the western sky
The fairy sunset lingers,

Its golden gates swing inward noiselessly,
Unlocked by silent fingers.

And while they stand a moment half ajar,
Gleams from the inner glory

Stream brightly through the azure vault afar,
And half reveal the story.

O land unknown! O land of love divine!
Father all-wise, eternal,

Guide, guide, these wandering way-worn feet of

mine

Into those pastures vernal.

'And there shall in no wise enter into it any thing that defileth, neither whatsoever worketh abomination, or maketh a lie; but they which are written in the Lamb's book of life."- REV. xxi. 27.

THERE'S a beautiful land by the spoiler

untrod,

Unpolluted by sorrow or care;

It is lighted alone by the presence of God,
Whose throne and temple are there :
Its crystalline streams with murmurous flow
Meander through valleys of green,

And its mountains of jasper are bright in the glow

Of a splendor no mortal hath seen.

And throngs of glad singers, with jubilant breath, Make the air with their melodies rife ;

And one known on earth as the Angel of Death, Shines there as the Angel of Life!