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And man to all eternity

What he is now henceforth must be.

From Adam to his youngest heir,

Not one escaped that muster-roll;

Each, as if he alone were there,

Stood up, and won or lost his soul. These from the Judge's presence go, Down into everlasting wo;

Vengeance hath barred the gates of hell,—

The scenes within no tongue can tell.

But lo! far off the righteous pass

To glory, from the King's right hand;

In silence on the sea of glass

Heaven's numbers without number stand,

While He who bore the cross lays down

His priestly robe and victor crown ;
The mediatorial reign complete,

All things are put beneath his feet.

Then every eye in him shall see

(While thrones and powers before Him fall)

The fulness of the Deity,

Where God himself is all in all.

Oh! how eternity shall ring

With the first note the ransomed sing;
While in that strain all voices blend,
Which once begun shall never end.

In that unutterable song,

Shall I employ immortal breath?
Or, with the wicked borne along,

Forever die the second death?
Jesus! my life, my light, Thou art;
Thy word is in my mouth, my heart ;
Lord, I believe, my spirit save
From sinking lower than the grave.

HALLELUJAH.

HARK! the song of Jubilee ;

Loud as mighty thunders roar,

Or the fulness of the sea

When it breaks upon the shore: Hallelujah! for the Lord

God omnipotent shall reign;

Hallelujah! let the word

Echo round the earth and main.

Hallelujah!-hark! the sound.

From the centre to the skies,

Wakes above, beneath, around,
All creation's harmonies:
See Jehovah's banners furled,

Sheathed his sword: He speaks-'tis done,

And the kingdoms of the world

Are the kingdoms of his Son.

He shall reign from pole to pole,
With illimitable sway;

He shall reign when like a scroll

Yonder heavens have passed away;

Then the end!-beneath his rod

Man's last enemy shall fall :

Hallelujah! Christ in God,

God in Christ, is all in all.

JAMES HOGG,

THE "Ettrick Shepherd," was twenty years of age before he learned the alphabet, yet he rose to a very high rank among the literary men of his country. "He is altogether an extraordinary being," said Mr. Southey; "a character such as will not appear twice in five centuries, and differing most remarkably from Burns and all other selftaught writers." Hogg's religious enthusiasm was associated with the Covenanters and their trials, and the spirit of his best pieces is altogether in keeping with the character of these sternly devout people. He was born in 1772, and died in 1835.

THE COVENANTER'S SCAFFOLD SONG.

SING with me! sing with me!
Weeping brethren, sing with me!
For now an open heaven I see,
And a crown of glory laid for me.
How my soul this earth despises !
How my heart and spirit rises!
Bounding from the flesh I sever!
World of sin, adieu forever!

Sing with me! sing with me!
Friends in Jesus, sing with me!
All my sufferings, all my wo,
All my griefs I here forego.
Farewell terrors, sighing, grieving,
Praying, hearing, and believing,
Earthly trust and all its wrongings,
Earthly love and all its longings.

Sing with me! sing with me!
Blessed spirits, sing with me!
To the Lamb our song shall be,
Through a glad eternity!

Farewell earthly morn and even,
Sun and moon and stars of heaven;
Heavenly portals ope before me,
Welcome, Christ, in all thy glory!

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ON Carmel's brow the wreathy vine Had all its honors shed,

And o'er the vales of Palestine

A sickly paleness spread;
When the old seer by vision led,
And energy sublime,
Into that shadowy region sped,
To muse on distant time.

He saw the valleys far and wide,
But sight of joy was none;
He looked o'er many a mountain side,
But silence reigned alone,
Save that a boding voice sang on,
By wave and waterfall,

As still, in harsh and heavy tone,
Deep unto deep did call.

On Kison's strand and Ephratah
The hamlets thick did lie;
No wayfarer between he saw,
No Asherite passed by ;
No maiden at her task did ply,
No sportive child was seen;
The lonely dog barked wearily

Where dwellers once had been.

Oh! beauteous were the palaces
On Jordan wont to be,

And still they glimmered to the breeze,
Like stars beneath the sea!

But vultures held their jubilee
Where harp and cymbal rung,
And there as if in mockery

The baleful satyr sung.

But who had seen that Prophet's eye
On Carmel that reclined!

It looked not on the times gone by,
But those that were behind;
His gray hair streamed upon the wind,
His hands were raised on high,
As, mirrored, on his mystic mind
Arose futurity.

He saw the feast in Bozrah spread
Prepared in ancient day ;
Eastward, away the eagle sped,

And all the birds of prey.

"Who's this," he cried,

Of Edom, all divine,

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Travelling in splendor, whose array

Is red, but not with wine?"

Blessed be the herald of our King
That comes to set us free!
The dwellers of the rock shall sing,
And utter praise to thee!
Tabor and Hermon yet shall see
Their glories glow again,

And blossoms spring on field and tree,
That ever shall remain.

The happy child in dragon's way
Shall frolic with delight;

The lamb shall round the leopard play,
And all in love unite;

The dove on Zion's hill shall light,
That all the world must see.

Hail to the journeyer, in his might,

That comes to set us free!

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