He came not, in His robe of wrath, with arm outstretched to slay; And Thou hast borne them, Saviour meek! and therefore, unto Thee, In humbleness, and gratitude, our hearts shall offered be; And greenly, as the festal bough, that, on Thy altar, lies, Our souls, our bodies, all be Thine, a living sacrifice! Yet once again, Thy sign shall be, upon the heavens, displayed, But girt with all Thy Father's might, His vengeance to declare. The terrors of that awful day, Oh! who shall understand? Or, who abide, when Thou in wrath, shalt lift Thy holy hand! The earth shall quake, the sea shall roar, the sun in heaven grow pale, But Thou hast sworn, and wilt not change, Thy faithful shall not fail! Then grant us, Saviour! so to pass our time, in trembling, here, That when, upon the clouds of heaven, Thy glory shall appear, Uplifting high our joyful heads, in triumph, we may rise, And enter, with Thine angel train, Thy temple, in the skies! Dec. 1827. THE RAISING OF LAZARUS. THERE WAS a voice of wailing In Bethany, that day; And darkly on that mournful home, The cloud of sorrow lay: And deeply was the fount of grief In each low-murmured word. For never, from that blessed source, Of perfectness above, Was shed on earth, a purer joy, Than in a sister's love; And never pours the bursting heart, Than, o'er a brother's wasted form, There was a voice of joyfulness, And brightly, on that happy home, And deeply was the fount of joy For purer, fuller, holier stream, Than, in a sister's love, Flowed never, from that blessed fount, Of perfectness, above; And deeper, warmer, gushing tears, On earth, were never shed, Oh, ever thus, on those who love, Then who, whate'er betide, will doubt, That all-disposing arm, Which guides our feet to every good, And guards, from every harm? Since sorrow, like that darkest hour, 1828. LINES ON A SEAL. The device.- A Sunflower. I FOLLOW thee, always, By night, and by day; The sunflower thus, To her bright idol, turns, All day in the sun, Will linger, no longer, The clouds may come o'er thee, Of thy love-speaking eyes. 1828. And tho' grief should encompass thee Round, like the night, Still, my love shall be with thee, Thy joy, and thy light; Nor leave thee, thou dear one, Till, lost in the gloom, Of that blackness of darkness, 1830. "THE DEAD IN CHRIST." LIFT not thou the wailing voice; Pour not thou, the bitter tear; Heavenly joy, her eye is flushing: Why should thine, with tears, be gushing? They, who die in Christ, are blest; Love, that to the end endureth, POEMS. TO ONE "BROKEN IN HEART." BROKEN-HEARTED, weep no more! Hear what comfort, He hath spoken, "Come, with grief, with sin, oppressed, Lamb of Jesu's blood-bought flock, Broken-hearted, weep no more! A CHERUB. "Are they not all ministering spirits, sent forth to minister to them that shall be heirs of salvation?" BEAUTIFUL thing, with thine eye of light, |