THE RESURRECTION.

The Lord will come! but not the same
As once in lowly form He came,
A silent lamb to slaughter led,

The bruised, the suffering, and the dead.

The Lord will come! a dreadful form,
With wreath of flame, and robe of storm,
On cherub wings, and wings of wind,
Anointed Judge of human-kind!

Go, tyrants! to the rocks complain!
Go, seek the mountain's cleft in vain!
But Faith, victorious o'er the tomb,
Shall sing for joy-The Lord is come.

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BISHOP HEBER.

THE RESURRECTION.

THE wintry winds have ceased to blow,
And trembling leaves appear;
And fairest flowers succeed the snow,
And hail the infant year.

So when the world and all its woes
Are vanished far away,

Fair scenes and wonderful repose
Shall bless the new-born day ;-

When, from the confines of the grave
The body, too, shall rise,

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No more precarious passion's slave,
Nor error's sacrifice.

'Tis but a sleep-and Sion's King
Will call the many dead;
'Tis but a sleep-and then we sing
O'er dreams of sorrow fled.

Yes!-wintry winds have ceased to blow,
And trembling leaves appear,
And nature has her types to show
Throughout the varying year.

CRABBE.

HEAVEN.

THERE is a region, lovelier far
Than sages tell, or poets sing;
Brighter than summer's beauties are,
And softer than the tints of spring.
It is not found by summer's gale;
'Tis not refreshed by vernal showers;
It never needs the moonbeam pale,-
For there are known no evening hours.
No; for this world is ever bright
With a pure radiance all its own:
The streams of uncreated light

Flow round it from the eternal throne.

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It is all holy and serene,

The land of glory and repose;

No cloud obscures the radiant scene-
There, not a tear of sorrow flows.

In vain the philosophic eye
May seek to view the fair abode,
Or find it in the curtained sky:
It is

THE DWELLING-PLACE OF GOD.

THE TRIUMPH OF THE REDEEMER.

O BLEST Redeemer! from thy sacred throne, Where saints and angels sing thy triumphs

won

From that exalted height of bliss supreme,

Look down on those who bear thy sacred name!

Restore their ways, inspire them by thy grace,
Thy laws to follow, and thy steps to trace;
Thy bright example to thy doctrine join,
And by their conduct prove their faith divine!
Nor only to thy Church confine thy ray,
O'er the glad world thy healing light display;
To Judah's remnant, now a scattered train,
Their land restore, and show thy promised
reign;

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O'er earth as wide, thy saving grace diffuse,
As spread the ambient air and falling dews,
And haste the time, when, vanquished by thy

power,
Death shall expire, and sin defile no more.

Daily bread, give us this day our.........
Danger, scenes of.....

Dead, shall we mourn for the

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