All, all was known; and now thy sorrows cease,
And the deliverer bids thee, "Go in peace!"

And we, like her, have faith, without a cloud
Of doubt to chill our aspirations high;
Before his footstool have our spirits bowed,
Resting alone on Him who came to die.
But "he is risen." His presence may we trace
In this his Church on earth, the Spirit's dwelling-place.

In rite, in ordinance, in praise, in prayer,

Unto "his garment's border" we draw near; In each appointed way we yet may share

The peace, the promise, to the heart how dear!

His love is ever there to soothe our woe,

And in this blessed fold our souls true peace shall know.

MRS. RICHTER.

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THE MEMORY OF THE JUST.

EACE to the just man's memory-let it grow
Green with years, and blossom through the flight
Of ages; let the mimic canvas show

His calm benevolent features; let the light

Stream on his deeds of love, that shunned the sight
Of all but heaven, and, in the book of fame,

The glorious record of his virtues write,

And hold it up to man, and bid him claim

A palm like his, and catch from him the hallowed flame.

ROGERS.

THE GOOD MISSIONARY.

33E left his Christian friends and native strand,
By pity for benighted men constrained;

His heart was fraught with charity unfeigned;
His life was strict, his manners meek and bland;
Long dwelt he lonely in a heathen land,

In want and weariness—yet ne'er complained!
But laboured that the lost sheep might be gained,
Not seeking recompense from human hand.
The credit of the arduous works he wrought
Was reaped by other men who came behind;
The world gave him no honour-none he sought,
But cherished Christ's example in his mind;
To one great aim his heart and hopes were given-
To serve his God, and gather souls to heaven.

PRINGLE.

JOHN THE BAPTIST, DECLARING HIS
SACRED MISSION.

MATT. iii.

POT clothed in purple or fine linen-stood
The Wilderness Apostle! He was found
O'ercanopied by wild rocks fringed with wood,

Where nature's sternest scenery darkly frowned;
There stood the Seer, his loins begirt around,

With out-stretched hand, bare brow, and vocal eye,

His voice, with sad solemnity of sound,

More thrilling than the eagle's startling cry,

"Repent! repent!" exclaimed, "Christ's kingdom draweth

nigh!"

BARTON.

MARY AT THE FEET OF CHRIST.

H, blessed beyond all daughters af the earth!
What were the Orient's throne to that low seat
Where thy hushed spirit drew celestial birth,
Mary! meek listener at the Saviour's feet
No feverish cares to that divine retreat
Thy woman's heart of silent worship brought,
But a fresh childhood, heavenly truth to meet

With love, and wonder, and submissive thought.
Oh, for the holy quiet of thy breast,

Midst the world's eager tones and footsteps flying,
Thou, whose calm soul was like a well-spring, lying
So deep and still in its transparent rest,

That e'en when noontide burns upon the hills,
Some one bright solemn star all its lone mirror fills.

MRS. HEMANS.

IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL.

HALL we be left forgotten in the dust,
When Fate, relenting, lets the flower revive?
Shall Nature's voice, to Man alone unjust,
Bid him, though doomed to perish, hope to live?
Is it for this fair Virtue oft must strive

With disappointment, penury, and pain?

No; Heaven's immortal springs shall yet arrive;

And man's majestic beauty bloom again,

Bright through the eternal year of Love's triumphant reign.

BEATTIE.

IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL.

HIS spirit shall return to Him

That gave its heavenly spark;

Yet think not, sun, it shall be dim

When thou thyself art dark!

No! it shall live again, and shine

In bliss unknown to beams of thine
By Him recalled to breath,
Who captive led captivity,-
Who robbed the grave of victory,
And took the sting from death.

CAMPBELL.

FIGURE OF MERCY WITH THE BIBLE.

HIS Book, this holy Book, on every line
Marked with the seal of high divinity;

On every leaf bedewed with drops of love
Divine, and with the eternal heraldry
And signature of God Almighty stamped,
From first to last;—this ray of sacred light,
This lamp, from off the everlasting throne,
Mercy took down, and in the night of Time,
Stood, casting on the dark her gracious bow.

POLLOK.

THE BIBLE.

ITHIN this awful volume lies
The mystery of mysteries:
Happiest they of human race,
To whom their God has given grace
To read, to fear, to hope, to pray,
To lift the latch-to force the way;
But better had they ne'er been born,
Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.

SCOTT.

THE BIBLE.

HAT is the world!-A wildering maze,
Where Sin has tracked ten thousand ways,
Her victims to insnare;

All broad, and winding, and aslope;

All tempting with perfidious hope,—
All ending in despair.

Millions of pilgrims throng those roads,
Bearing their baubles, or their loads,
Down to eternal night.

One only path, that never bends,

Narrow, and rough, and steep, ascends
From darkness into light.

Is there a Guide to show that path?
The Bible:-He alone who hath
The Bible, need not stray:

Yet he who hath, and will not give
That heavenly Guide to all that live,
Himself shall lose the way.

MONTGOMERY.

THE BIBLE.

OST wondrous Book! bright candle of the Lord!
Star of eternity! the only star,

By which the bark of man could navigate
The sea of life, and gain the coast of bliss
Securely only star, which rose on Time,
And, on its dark and troubled billows, still,
As generation, drifting swiftly by,
Succeeded generation, threw a ray

Of heaven's own light, and to the hills of God,
The eternal hills, pointed the sinner's eye.

By prophets, seers, and priests, and sacred bards,
Evangelists, apostles, men inspired,

And by the Holy Ghost anointed, set

Apart and consecrated to declare

To earth the counsels of the Eternal One,

This Book, this Holiest, this sublimest Book,

Was sent. Heaven's will, Heaven's code of laws entire

To man, this Book contained; defined the bounds

Of vice and virtue, and of life and death;

And what was shadow, what was substance, taught.
Much it revealed important all; the least

Worth more than what else seemed of highest worth;
But this of plainest, most essential truth—