XCI. THE SABBATH. HE Sundays of man's life, Threaded together on Time's ftring, On Sunday, heaven's gate ftands ope; Bleffings are plentiful and rife, More plentiful than hope. GEORGE HERBERT. XCII. THE FIRST GREAT CAUSE. VERY fcience, power, or art, Exalt the Firft Great Cause. The Cross.-The Light of Heaven. 259 XCIII. THE CROSS. F loving hearts were never lonely, They might be glad, but not in Thee. We need as much the Crofs we bear, It draws us to Thy fide in prayer, A. L. WARING. XCIV. THE LIGHT OF HEAVEN. HUS when the lamp that lighted And lingers on in fear and doubt. But foon, the prospect clearing, Moore. XCV. HEAVEN. F God could make this world fo fair, Will Paradife be found! J. MONTGOMERY. XCVI. HEAVEN. HERE'S reft for the foul that on Jefus relies; There's a home for the homeless pre pared in the skies; There's a joy in believing, a peace and a ftay Which the world cannot give, nor the world take away. XCVII. HEAVEN. HERE is a place, beyond that flaming hill, From whence the ftars their thin appearance fhed; A place beyond all place; where never Nor impure thought was ever harboured; XCIX. HEAVEN. CLOUD lay cradled near the setting fun, A gleam of crimfon tinged its braided fnow; Long had I watched the glory moving on, O'er the ftill radiance of the lake below. Tranquil its fpirit seemed, and floated flow; E'en in its very motion there was reft; While every breath of wind that chanced to blow, Wafted the beauteous traveller to the West. Emblem, methought, of the departed foul, To whofe white robe the gleam of bliss is given, And by the breath of mercy made to roll Right onward to the golden gates of heav'n; Where to the eye of faith it peaceful lies, And tells to man his glorious deftinies. WILSON. |