When the heaven shall flee from the voice of Thy thunder, And the sun, in Thy lightnings, grow languid and pale, And the sea yield her dead, and the tomb cleave asunder, In the hour of thy terrors, let mercy prevail ! BISHOP HEBER. THE KING AND HIS ARMY. THE SON of GOD goes forth to war, His blood-red banner streams afar : Who best can drink his cup of woe, Triumphant over pain; Who patient bears his cross below, The martyr first, whose eagle eye And called on Him to save. A glorious band, the chosen few On whom the Spirit came; Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew, And mocked the cross and flame. A noble army, men and boys, They climbed the steep ascent of heaven, O GOD, to us may grace be given PRAYER. THERE is an eye that never sleeps There is a love which never fails, That eye pervades the seraph's throng, That ear is filled with angels' song; That arm upholds the world on high, But there's a power that man can wield, That eye, that arm, that power to reach, That power is Prayer; which soars on high, HEAVEN IS ALL. THIS world is all a fleeting show, There's nothing true but heaven. And false the light of glory's plume And love, and hope, and beauty's bloom, Poor wanderers of a stormy day, From wave to wave we're driven; And fancy's flash and reason's ray There's nothing calm but heaven. T. MOORE. THE BELIEVER'S DEATH. IN vain our fancy strives to paint One gentle sigh his fetters breaks, Her mansion near the Throne. Faith strives, but all its efforts fail No eye can pierce within the veil Which hides that world of light. Thus much (and this is all we know) They are supremely blest; Have done with sin, and care, and woe, On harps of gold His Name they praise; Their faith and patience, love and zeal, While they have gained, we losers are, But Thou canst every breach repair, And wipe our tears away. When great Elijah went : May double portions of Thy grace, NEWTON. HOPE IN TROUBLE. WHEN musing sorrow weeps the past, 'Tis not that murmuring thoughts arise, And would not suffer still. It is that heaven-taught faith surveys And longs her eagle plume to raise, ૨ |