THE DESCENT FROM THE CROSS. WRITTEN TO ILLUSTRATE A PRINT FROM RUBENS'S CELEBRATED PICTURE. "It is finished!"-JOHN xix. 30. "IT is finished!" All is done As the Eternal Father willed; Now his well-beloved Son Hath His gracious word fulfilled: Even he who runs may read Here accomplished what was said, That the woman's promised Seed Yet should bruise the serpent's head! THE DESCENT FROM THE CROSS. "It is finished!" Needs no more Blood of heifer, goat, or ram; Typical, in days of yore, Of the one incarnate Lamb! Lamb of God! for sinners slain, Thou the curse of sin hast braved; Braved and borne it—not in vain ; Thou hast died-and man is saved! "It is finished!" Wrath of man Here hath wrought, and done its worst; Still subservient to His plan, Greatest, Wisest, Last, and First! God shall magnify His praise By that very act of shame; And, through hatred's hellish ways, He shall glorify His name! "It is finished!" From the tree Where the Lord of life hath died, His attendant mourners, see, Gently lower The Crucified! 56 THE DESCENT FROM THE CROSS. With a sister's tender care, With a more than brother's love, Manhood, womanhood are there, Truth's devotedness to prove. "It is finished!" By the veil Of the temple, rent in twain; By the yet more fearful tale Of the dead, up-risen again; By that dense and darkened sky, By each rent and rifted rock, By that last expiring cry, Heard amid the earthquake's shock! "It is finished!" Bear away To the garden-tomb its dead: 66 Watchers! vain your nightly tread; Shining ones" are there, who wait Till their Lord shall burst his prison, To ascend in glorious state: "IT IS FINISHED!" CHRIST HATH RISEN. THE BIBLE. A FOUNTAIN ever springing, Of sin, and of despair. A hive of honied treasure, Distilled from Eden's bowers; Where heaven-born hope, with pleasure, May feed in wintry hours. Drink for the soul that 's thirsting, Comfort for those that fear, Balm for the heart when bursting, What added boon is wanting? The gift of faith by granting, SONNET, TO JOB'S THREE FRIENDS. HOWEVER ye might err in after speech, By the heart-stricken and the desolate ! And though your sympathy might fail to sound |