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" THEN SHALL APPEAR THE SIGN OF THE SON OF MAN.
In the sun, and moon, and stars,
Signs and wonders there shall be ;
Earth shall quake with inward wars,
Nations with perplexity.
Soon shall ocean's hoary deep,
Toss'd with stronger tempests, rise ;
Darker storms the mountains sweep,
Redder lightning rend the skies.
Evil thoughts shall shake the proud,
Racking doubt and restless fear;
And, amid the thunder-cloud,
Shall the Judge of men appear.
But though from that awful face
lieaven shall fade and earth shall fly,
Fear not ye, His chosen race,
Your redemption draweth nigh.
THEM WHICH SLEEP IN JESUS WILL GOD BRING WITH
Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee,
Though sorrow and darkness encompass the tomb :
Thy Saviour has passed through its portal before thee,
And the lamp of His love is thy guide through the gloom!
Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side ; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may die, for the SINLESS has died !
Thou art gone to the grave! and, its mansion forsaking,
Perhaps thy weak spirit in fear lingered long;
But the mild rays of Paradise beamed on thy waking,
And the sound which thou heard'st was the Seraphim's
Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee, Whose God was thy ransom, thy guardian, thy guide ; He gave thee, He took thee, and He will restore thee, And death hath no sting, for the Saviour has died.
“ HE HUMBLED HIMSELF, AND BECAME OBEDIENT
To conquer and to save, the Son of God
Came to His own in great humility,
Who wont to ride on cherub-wings abroad,
And round Him wrap the mantle of the sky.
The mountains bent their necks to form His road ;
The clouds dropt down their fatness from on high;
Beneath His feet the wild waves softly flow'd,
And the wind kissed His garment tremblingly.
The grave unbolted half his grisly door,
(For darkness and the deep had heard His fame,
Nor longer might their ancient rule endure ;)
The mightiest of mankind stood hush'd and tame :
And, trooping on strong wing, His angels came
To work His will, and kingdom to secure :
No strength He needed save His Father's name;
Babes were His heralds, and His friends the poor.
“ HERE WE HAVE NO CONTINUING CITY.”
Au! when did wisdom covet length of days,
Or seek its bliss in pleasure, wealth, or praise ?
No:-wisdom views with an indifferent eye,
All finite joys, all blessings born to die.
The soul on earth is an immortal guest,
Compelled to starve at an unreal feast :
A spark that upward tends by nature's force ;
A stream diverted from its parent source ;
A drop dissever'd from the boundless sea ;
A moment parted from eternity!
A pilgrim, panting for a rest to come ;
An exile, anxious for his native home.
“ LAY NOT UP TREASURES UPON EARTH.”
What is this passing scene ?
A peevish April-day !
A little sun,-a little rain, -
And then night sweeps along the plain,
And all things fade away :
Man (soon discussed)
Yields up his trust;
And all his hopes and fears lie with him in the dust!
And what is beauty's power ?
It flourishes and dies ;
Will the cold earth its silence break,
To tell how soft, how smooth a cheek
Beneath it's surface lies?
Mute, mute is all
O’er beauty's fall; Her praise resounds no more, when mantled in her pall.