The Judgment! the Judgment the thrones are all set : [met! Where the Lamb, and the white-vested elders are All flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord, And the doom of eternity hangs on his word. Oh Mercy! Oh Mercy! look down from above, Creator! on us, thy sad children, with love! When beneath to their darkness the wicked are driven, May our sanctified souls find a mansion in heaven. THE BIBLE. Sir W. Scott. WITHIN this awful volume lies Happiest they of human race THE BIBLE. Pollok. THIS book, this holy book, on every line TRUE GREATNESS. Hetherington. "Tis not in all the splendours bright That wealth can o'er her votaries fling, It is not in the round of might That binds the forehead of a king ; "Tis in the heart, with feeling fraught, 'Tis in the head, with wisdom crown'd, "Tis in the soul, sublime in thought, That man's true dignity is found. There is a lofty, thrilling joy, The bounded power of speech it spurns,Which lightens in the raptured eye, And in the swelling bosom burns; "Tis that ineffable delight, When, like the glorious Lord of Day, The soul, exulting in its might, Speeds through the realms of thought away; When soaring, limitless, afar, Wide through the universe it strays, Till not the feeblest twinkling star On Night's swart brow escapes its gaze When that wild world, the human heart, Before its glance unveil'd appears, And at its potent call upstart Joys, sorrows, passions, hopes, and fears! When its high magic blends in one The soul of millions-wields their mightHurls tyrant Wrong from his red throneUpholds the rule of truth and right— O'er life's calm vale sheds softly forth Peace, virtue, charity, and love, Till mortal lips partake on earth The fruits divine of heaven above! But greater far the might that wakes Those prostrate powers which sin o'erthrew, When off the soul its thraldom shakes, Created in the Lord anew! And higher far its strong wing soars, When in rapt trances it adores Bend thy haught brow, O lordly Pride! Thy well-won laurel wreath aside, Thou man of many talents, cast! The heir of God, with Christ joint heir! To meet life's ills with soul serene, To walk and commune with our God; This is True Greatness! Worth divine! BEAUTIES OF CREATION. Heber. I PRAISED the Earth, in beauty seen I praised the Sun, whose chariot roll'd I praised the Moon, whose softer eye 66 Our days of light are numbered." |