552.

PECULIAR M.

H. WARE, JR

Resurrection of Christ.

1 LIFT your glad voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man cannot die: Vain were the terrors that gathered around him, And short the dominion of death and the grave, He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound him Resplendent in glory, to live and to save:

Loud was the chorus of angels on high,

The Saviour hath risen, and man shall not die.

2 Glory to God in full anthems of joy,

The being he gave us death cannot destroy:
Sad were the life we must part with to-morrow,
If tears were our birthright, and death were our end;
But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of sorrow,
And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend:

Lift, then, your voices in triumph on high,
For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die

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CUDWORTE.

The Same.

1 CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day,
Sons of men and angels say;
Raise your songs of triumph high:
Sing, ye heavens, and, earth, reply.

? Love's redeeming work is done,
Fought the fight, the battle won,
Lo our Sun's eclipse is o'er;
Lo! he sets in blood no more.

Vain the stone, the watch, the seal;
Christ hath burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids his rise;
Christ hath opened paradise

4 Soar we now where Christ hath led,
Following our exalted Head:
Made like him, like him we rise;

the grave, the skies.

Ours the cross,

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C. M.

SIR JE. SOTE

Nature Transitory- the Soul Immorial.

1 SEE lovely nature raise her head,
In various graces dressed;
Her lucid robe by ocean spread,
Her verdant, flowery vest.

2 How glorious are those orbs of light,
In all their bright array,

That

gem the ebon brow of night,
Or pour the blaze of day!

3 One gem of purest ray, divine,
Alone disclaims her power;
Still brighter shall its glories shine,
When hers are seen no more.

4 Her pageants pass, nor leave a trace
The soul no change shall fear;
The God of nature and of grace
Has stamped his image there.

C. M.

A Prospect of Heaven.

1 THERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Eternal day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers:
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.

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3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green:
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
And Jordan rolled between.

4 O could we make our doubts remove,-
Those gloomy doubts that rise,-
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes.

5 Could we but climb where Moses stooa,
And view the landscape o'er,-

Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood
Should fright us from the shore.

S. M.

Surpassing Glories of Eternity.

1 How various and how new
Are thy compassions, Lord!

STENNET

Each morning shall thy mercies show,-
Each night thy truth record.

2 Thy goodness, like the sun,
Dawned on our early days,
Ere infant reason had begun
To form our lips to praise.

3 But we expect a day

Still brighter far than this,
When death shall bear our souls away
To realms of light and bliss.

4 Nor shall that radiant day,
So joyfully begun,

in evening shadows die away
Beneath the setting sun.

5 How various and how new
Are thy compassions, Lord!
Eternity thy love shall show,
And all thy truth record.

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W.B TAIFAN

Heaven Anticipated.

1 THERE is an hour of peaceful rest
To mourning wanderers given;
There is a joy for souls distressed,
A balm for every wounded breast;
"T is found alone in heaven.

2 There is a home for

weary souls,

By sins and sorrows driven,

When tossed on life's tempestuous shoas,
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,
And all is drear- 't is heaven.

3 There faith lifts up the tearless eye,
The heart no longer riven,—
And views the tempest passing by,
Sees evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene in heaven.

4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are given;
There rays divine disperse the gloom;
Beyond the dark and narrow tomb
Appears the dawn of heaven.

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C. M.

CHRISTIAN PSALMIST

The Society of Heaven.

1 JERUSALEM! my glorious home!

Name ever dear to me!

When shall my

labors have an end

In joy, and peace and thee?

When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls

And pearly gates behold?

Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,

And streets of shining gold.

2 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom
Nor sin nor sorrow know:

Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes
I onward press to you.

Why should I shrink at pain and woe?
Or feel at death dismay?
I've Canaan's goodly land in view
And realms of endless day.

3 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there,
Around my Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.
Jerusalem! my glorious home!
My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labors have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.

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S. M.

MRS. STEELE,

Heaven.

1 FAR from these scenes of night

Unbounded glories rise,

And realms of infinite delight,
Unknown to mortal eyes.

2 No cloud those regions know,
Forever bright and fair;

For sin, the source of mortal woe,
Can never enter there.

3 There night is never known,
Nor sun's faint, sickly ray;
But glory from th' eternal throne
Spreads everlasting day.

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may

this prospect

fire

Our hearts with ardent love!
And lively faith and strong desire
Bear every thought above.