While thou didst sleep within the tomb,
Consenting to thy doom,

Ere yet the white-robed angel shone
Upon the sealed stone.

And when thou didst arise, thou didst not stand
With Devastation in thy red right hand,

Plaguing the guilty city's murderous crew;
But thou didst haste to meet

Thy mother's coming feet,

And bear the words of peace unto the faithful few; Then calmly, slowly didst thou rise

Into thy native skies,

Thy human form dissolved on high
In its own radiancy.

OUR BLESSED SAVIOUR.

3AIL to the Lord's Anointed,

Great David's greater Son!
Hail, in the time appointed,

His reign on earth begun!
He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free;
To take away transgression,
And rule in equity.

He comes with succour speedy
To those that suffer wrong;
To help the poor and needy,

And bid the weak be strong;
To give them songs for sighing,
Their darkness turn to light;
Whose souls, condemned and dying,
Were precious in his sight.

MILMAN,

By such He shall be feared,
While sun and moon endure,
Beloved, obeyed, revered;

For He shall judge the poor, Through changing generations, With justice, mercy, truth, While stars maintain their stations, Or moons renew their youth.

He shall come down like showers
Upon the fruitful earth,
And love, joy, hope, like flowers.
Spring in his path to birth.
Before Him on the mountains
Shall Peace the herald go,
And righteousness in fountains
From hill to valley flow.

Arabia's desert ranger

To Him shall bow the knee;

The Ethiopian stranger

His glory come to see.

With offerings of devotion

Ships from the isles shall meet.

To pour the wealth of ocean
In tribute at His feet.

Kings shall fall down before Him, And gold and incense bring; All nations shall adore Him,

His praise all nations sing: For He shall have dominion

O'er river, sea, and shore; Far as the eagle's pinion,

Or dove's light wing can soar.

For Him shall prayers unceasing, And daily vows ascend;

His kingdom still increasing,

A kingdom without end:
The heavenly dews shall nourish
A seed in weakness sown,
Whose fruit shall spread and flourish,

And shake like Lebanon.

O'er every foe victorious,

He on his throne shall rest;From age to age more glorious, All-blessing and all-blest. The tide of time shall never

His covenant remove;

His name shall stand for ever;

That name to us is-Love.

MONTGOMERY.

OUR BLESSED SAVIOUR.

*

HE mourner, speechless and amazed,
On that mysterious stranger gazed:

If young he were, 'twas only seen From lines that told what once had been ;-As if the withering hand of Time

Had smote him ere he reached his prime.
The bright rose on his cheek was faded,
His pale fair brow with sadness shaded;
Yet through the settled sorrow there
A conscious grandeur flashed-which told,
Unswayed by man, and uncontrolled,
Himself had deigned their lot to share,
And borne-because he willed to bear.
Whate'er his being or his birth,
His soul had never stooped to earth;
Nor mingled with the meaner race,
Who shared or swayed his dwelling-place;

* The widow of Nain,-Luke vii. 11.

But high, mysterious, and unknown,
Held converse with itself alone:
And yet the look that could depress
Pride to its native nothingness,
And bid the specious boaster shun
The eye he dared not gaze upon,
Superior love did still reveal;—
Not such as man for man may feel;
No-all was passionless and pure—
That God-like majesty of woe,
Which counts its glory to endure,

And knows nor hope nor fear below,
Nor aught that still to earth can bind,
But love and pity for mankind.
And in his eye a radiance shone-

Oh, how shall mortal dare essay, On whom no prophet's vest is thrown, To paint that pure celestial ray? Mercy, and tenderness, and love,

And all that finite sense can deem Of Him who reigns enthroned above; Light, such as blest Isaiah's dream, When to the awe-struck prophet's eyes God bade the star of Judah rise— There heaven in living lustre glowedThere shone the Saviour-there the God. O ye, to whom the dying Lord Your sorrows-not his own— -deplored; Thou, on whose guilt the Saviour cast A look of mercy—'twas his last; Ye, who beheld when Jesus died, Say ye-for none can tell besideHow matchless grace and love divine In that immortal glance would shine. And she, too, felt and owned its power To soothe in that despairing hour; Her pulse beat quick, and to her heart A ray of rapture seemed to dart:

The cloud that hung upon her brow
Wore off, and all was comfort now;-
And why? she thought not on the dead-
Her sight on him was rivetted,

Whose look such peace and glory shed;
So the wan captive, o'er whose cell
No solitary sunbeam fell,

When years and years have lingered by,
Restored to light and liberty,
Fixes his first enraptured gaze
Upon the bright sun's living rays.

Short space He stood-His lifted eyes
To heaven a moment raised-He spoke-
These words the solemn silence broke:

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'Young man, I say to thee, arise!"

DALE.

OUR BLESSED SAVIOUR IN THE GARDEN OF GETHSEMANE.

MATT. XXVI. 36-46.

WREATH of glory circles still his head—

And yet he kneels—and yet he seems to be
Convulsed with more than human agony;

On his pale brow the drops are large and red
As victim's blood at votive altar shed—

His hands are clasped, his eyes are raised in prayer ;-
Alas! and is there strife he cannot bear,

Who calmed the tempest, and who raised the dead?

There is! there is! for now the powers of hell

Are struggling for the mastery;-'tis the hour When Death exerts his last permitted power; When the dread weight of sin, since Adam fell, Is visited on him, who deigned to dwell

A man with men, that he might bear the stroke Of wrath divine, and burst the captive's yokeBut oh, of that dread strife what words can tell?