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THE ASCENSION OF CHRIST.
“ Bright portals of the sky,
leaves of gold ; That in your roofs may come the King of kings.
“Scarfed in a rosy cloud,
And he doth trace the height
“The choirs of happy souls,
And, arched in squadrons bright,
“O glory of the Heaven!
Who dost the world renew,
TREMBLING, BEFORE THINE AWFUL
TREMBLING, before thinc awful throne,
The Saviour smiles ! upon my soul
Earth has a joy unknown in heaven,
Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee.
SARAH F. ADAMS
FROM THE RECESSES OF A LOWLY
Ye saw of old on chaos rise The beauteous pillars of the skies; Ye know where morn exulting springs, And evening folds her drooping wings. · Bright heralds of th’ Eternal Will, Abroad his errands ye fulfil ; Or, throned in floods of beamy day, Symphonious, in his presence play. Loud is the song, the heavenly plain Is shaken by the choral strain, And dying echoes, floating far, Draw music from each chiming star. But I amid your choirs shall shine, And all your knowledge will be mine ; Ye on your harps must lean to hear A secret chord that mine will bear.
From the recesses of a lowly spirit,
Forgive its weakness !
Forgives our blindness. 0, how long-suffering, Lord ! but thou delightest To win with love the wandering : thou invitest, By smiles of mercy, not by frowns or terrors,
Man from his errors.
NEARER, MY GOD, TO THEE.
NEARER, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee !
That raiseth me;
Nearer to thee !
Father and Saviour ! plant within each bosom
PRAISE TO GOD, IMMORTAL PRAISE
Though, like the wanderer,
The sun gone down,
My rest a stone;
Nearer to thee !
PRAISE to God, immortal praise,
There let the way appear
Steps unto heaven; All that thou sendest me
In mercy given ; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee!
Then with my waking thoughts,
Bright with thy praise,
Bethel I 'll raise ;
Nearer to thee !
For the blessings of the field,
Or if on joyful wing,
Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upward I fly ;
Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss
Has made my cup run o'er,
Has doubled all my store.
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ ;
That tastes those gifts with joy.
Through every period of
Thy goodness I 'll pursue ;
The glorious theme renew.
When nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more,
Thy mercy shall adore.
Through all eternity to thee
A joyful song I'll raise ;
THE MINISTRY OF ANGELS!
And is there care in heaven? And is there love
In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move ? There is : -else much more wretched were the
Of nen then beasts : but O the exceeding grace Of Highest God ! that loves his creatures so, And all his workes with mercy doth embrace,
That blessed angels he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe!
How oft do they their silver bowers leave,
To come to succour us that succour want ! How oft do they with goldon pinions cleave The flitting skyes, like flying pursuivant, Against fowle feendes to ayd us militant ! They for us fight, they watch, and dewly ward, And their bright squadrons roundaboutus plant;
And all for love, and nothing for reward ; 0, why should heavenly God to men have such
ETERNAL SOURCE OF EVERY JOY !
ETERNAL Source of every joy !
LORD! when those glorious lights I see
With which thou hast adorned the skies, Observing how they moved be,
And how their splendor fills mine eyes, Methinks it is too large a grace,
But that thy love ordained it so, That creatures in so high a place
Should servants be to man below. The meanest lamp now shining there
In size and lustre doth exceed The noblest of thy creatures here,
And of our friendship hath no need. Yet these upon mankind attend
For secret aid or public light;
Repair unto us every night.
Which first on us thy hand had set,
Since we are so much honored yet! Good God, for what but for the sake
Of thy beloved and only Son, Who did on him our nature take,
Were these exceeding favors done! As we by him have honored been,
Let us to him due honors give; Let his uprightness hide our sin,
And let us worth from him receive. Yea, so let us by grace improve
What thou by nature doth bestow, That to thy dwelling-place above
We may be raised from below.
BEFORE SUNRISE, IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI.
While as the wheels of nature roll,
The flowery spring at thy command
Thy hand in autumn richly pours
Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days
Here in thy house shall incense rise,
0, may our more harmonious tongues
THE SPACIOUS FIRMAMENT ON HIGH.
(This hymn originally appeared in the Spectator, and is thence popularly, but erroneously, supposed to have been composed by ADDISON.)
The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
Their great Original proclaim ;
Does his Creator's power display,
The work of an Almighty hand.
Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
Repeats the story of her birth ;
And all the planets in their turn,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
What though, in solemn silence, all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball ?
Amid their radiant orbs be found ?
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star