"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. JARK! ten thousand thousand voices Earth through all her tribes rejoices, Hail! Emmanuel, Great Deliverer! Wider now and louder rifing, To His name let praise arise- Then in loftier, fweeter numbers Hail! Emmanuel, Great Deliverer! Live for ever in our days- Mingle with the Angelic hoft. Then fhall come the Great Meffiah, 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. AIL! Hail! Hail! Welcome to your realm of beauty! Join our voices to falute ye, Pour our echoing ftrains abroad; Now let triumph ride the gale, Peace and joy and praise prevail! Finished is the fix-days' wonder, Since Jehovah's voice of might, We have watched the grand progression Of the mighty lyre of Nature We have longed and watched to view, 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, Like the hills that watch in fhadowy night And as that still lake awakes and rejoices, 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 when the fapphire gates of even Open to realms beyond; |