EASTER DAY.

No. III.

ANON.

THE Sun of Righteousness appears,
To set in blood no more:

The light which scatters all your fears,
Your rising God, adore!

The saints, when He resign'd his breath,
Unclos'd their sleeping eyes;
He breaks again the bands of Death,
Again the dead arise.

Alone the dreadful race He ran,
Alone the wine-press trod;

He groans, He dies,-behold the Man!
He lives ;-behold the God!

In vain the watch, the stone, the seal,
Forbid the Lord to rise;

He breaks the gates of death and hell,
And opens Paradise!

FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EASTER.

LOGAN.

BEHOLD the Mountain of the Lord
In latter days shall rise,

Shall tower above the meaner hills,
And draw the wondering eyes.

To this the joyful nations round,
All tribes and tongues, shall flow ;
"Ascend the hill of God," they say,
"And to His temple go!"

The beam that shines on Sion hill,
Shall lighten every land,

The King that reigns in Sion's towers
Shall all the world command.

No strife shall vex Messiah's reign,
Or mar the peaceful years,

To ploughshares shall they beat their swords,
To pruning-hooks their spears.

No longer host encountering host
Their millions slain deplore;

They hang the useless helm on high,

And study war no more.

Come then, oh come from every land,

To worship at his shrine;

And walking in the light of God,
With holy beauty shine.

SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EASTER.

No. I.

PSALM XXIII.-OLD VERSION.

My Shepherd is the living Lord,
I therefore nothing need;

In pastures fair, near pleasant streams,
He setteth me to feed.

He shall convert and glad my soul,
And bring my mind in frame
To walk in paths of righteousness,
For His most holy name.

Yea, though I walk the vale of Death,

Yet will I fear no ill;

Thy rod and staff they comfort me,

And Thou art with me still.

And, in the

presence of

my foes,

My table Thou shalt spread;

Thou wilt fill full my cup, and Thou

Anointed hast my head.

Through all my life Thy favour is
So frankly shown to me,

That in Thy house for evermore
My dwelling-place shall be,

ANOTHER VERSION OF THE SAME.

No. II.

ADDISON.

THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And lead me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noon-day walks He shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.

Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My stedfast heart shall fear no ill,
For Thou, O God! art with me still :
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.

Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious, lonely wilds, I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile;
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens and verdure crown'd,
And streams shall murmur all around.