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"And who art thou that mourneft me?" replied the

ruin grey,

"And fear'st not rather that thyself may prove a castaway?

I am a dried and abject branch, my place is given to thee;

But woe to every barren graft of thy wild olive-tree!

"Our day of grace is funk in night, our time of mercy spent,

For heavy was my children's crime, and strange their punishment;

Yet gaze not idly on our fall, but, finner, warned be, Who fpared not His chofen feed may send His wrath on thee.

"Our day of grace is funk in night, thy noon is in its prime;

Oh turn and seek thy Saviour's face, in this accepted time!

So, Gentile, may Jerufalem a leffon prove to thee, And in the New Jerufalem thy home for ever be!” BISHOP HEBER.

XXX.

JUBILEE.

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JARK! ten thousand thousand voices
Sing the Song of Jubilee ;

Earth through all her tribes rejoices,
Broke her long captivity.

Hail! Emmanuel, Great Deliverer!
Hail! Emmanuel, praise to Thee!
Now the theme, in pealing thunders,
Through the Universe is rung;
Now in gentler tones the wonders
Of redeeming grace are fung.

Wider now and louder rifing,
Swells and foars th' enraptured ftrain ;
Earth's unnumbered tongues comprifing-
Hark the Conqueror's praise again!
Hail! Emmanuel, Great Deliverer !
Stones fhall speak if we refrain;
Thus, while heart and pulfe are beating,

To His name let praise arise-
Till from Earth the foul retreating,
Joins the Chorus of the Skies.

Then in loftier, fweeter numbers
We shall fing Emmanuel's praise,
Freed from all that now encumbers,
Nobler fongs our voices raise.

Hail! Emmanuel, Great Deliverer!

Live for ever in our days-
While our crowns of glory cafting,
At His feet in rapture loft,
We, in anthems everlasting,

Mingle with the Angelic hoft.

Then fhall come the Great Meffiah,
In Millennial glory crowned;
Ifrael's hope, and Earth's defire,

Now triumphant and renowned.

Hail! Meffiah, reign for ever;

Heaven to Earth reflects the found. Heaven and Earth, with all their regions, At His footftool proftrate fall;

Heaven and Earth, with all their legions,

Crown Emmanuel Lord of all.

RAFFLES.

XXXI.

SONG OF THE ANGELS.

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AIL! Hail! Hail!

Welcome to your realm of beauty!
Welcome to your bleft abode!
Thus, with mingled love and duty,
We, the elder fons of God,

Join our voices to falute ye,

Pour our echoing ftrains abroad;

Now let triumph ride the gale,

Peace and joy and praise prevail!
It is finished! Hail! All-hail!

Finished is the fix-days' wonder,

Since Jehovah's voice of might,
From the fecret place of thunder,
Spake the word, and there was light.
We have watched the glad returning
Of the day-ftar to the earth,
From the chamber of the Morning
Marching like a bridegroom forth.

We have watched the grand progression
Of the changes, as they passed
Through each beautiful fucceffion,
Ye the lovelieft! Ye the laft!
"Tis the Sabbath of Creation!
God
upon His throne doth reft;
And His fmile of approbation,
All His perfect work hath bleft.

Of the mighty lyre of Nature
Harmonized is every chord;
And the least and loftieft creature,
Breathes thanksgiving to the Lord.
Ye, in whom the beauty liveth,

We have longed and watched to view,
Praise with us the God who giveth
You to us and us to you.

For ye,- for ye have a foul like ours;

It heaves in your bosom, it beams thro' your eye;

Baptized in the feelings, endowed with the powers, That burn through the depth of eternity.

And happy are we, unto whom 'tis given

To tend you as guardians, and cheer you as friends, Happy to speed from our homes in Heaven,

And carry the bleffings your Father fends.

We will encamp you around by night,
Your holy reft to keep;

Like the hills that watch in fhadowy night
Round the lake so pure and deep,
Which, dreaming of diftant worlds of light,
Lies locked in their arms asleep.

And as that still lake awakes and rejoices,
When Zephyr his play-mates hath found;
That dance to shore with their liquid voices,
Telling their joy around;

So ye fhall awake at our gentle call,

From your pillow of fearn and heather; And we'll fing to the God and Father of all, Our Matin praise together.

When past the freshness of the dawning,
And spent the spirits of the breeze;
When fiery noon comes down, embrowning
The flippery turf beneath the trees;
Our wings fhall interweave an awning,
Of cooler fhade than these.

And when the fapphire gates of even

Open to realms beyond;

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