My flesh fhall flumber in the ground, XXVII. ST. STEPHEN. HE Son of God goes forth to war, His blood-red banner ftreams afar: Who beft can drink his cup of woe, Who patient bears his crofs below, The martyr firft, whofe eagle eye, Like Him, with pardon on his tongue, He pray'd for them that did the wrong $! A glorious band, the chofen few, Twelve valiant faints, their hope they knew, They met the tyrant's brandifh'd fteel, The lion's gory mane; They bow'd their necks the death to feel! A noble army-men and boys, Around the Saviour's throne rejoice, They climbed the steep afcent of Heaven, Oh God! to us may grace be given, To follow in their train! So fhall I charm the liftening throng, The living ftones fhall dance, fhall rife, And form a city in the skies, The New Jerufalem. CHARLES WESLEY. XXIX. 'JERUSALEM. JERUSALEM! Jerufalem! enthroned once on high, Thou favour'd home of God on earth, thou heaven below the sky! Now brought to bondage with thy fons, a curfe and grief to fee, Jerufalem! Jerufalem! our tears fhall flow for thee. Oh, hadft thou known thy day of grace, and flock'd beneath the wing Of Him who call'd thee lovingly, thine own anointed King! Then had the tribes of all the World gone up thy pomp to fee, And glory dwelt within thy gates, and all thy fons been free. "And who art thou that mourneft me?" replied the ruin grey, "And fear'st not rather that thyself may prove a cast away? 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 chosen feed may fend His wrath on thee. "Our day of grace is funk in night, thy noon is in its prime; Oh turn and feek 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! Hail! Emmanuel, praise to Thee! Wider now and louder rifing, To His name let praise arise — Then in loftier, fweeter numbers |