Thou, who art Enthroned Above.
THOU, who art enthron'd above;

Thou, by whom we live and move;
O how sweet, how excellent,
Is't with tongue and heart's consent,
Thankful hearts, and joyful tongues,
To renown thy name in songs!
When the morning paints the skies,
When the sparkling stars arise;
Thy high favours to rehearse,
Thy firm faith, in grateful verse.
Take the lute and violin ;
Let the solemn harp begin;
Instruments strung with ten strings;
While the silver cymbal rings.
From thy works my joy proceeds:
How I triumph in thy deeds!
Who thy wonders can express!
All thy thoughts are fathomless;
Hid from men in knowledge blind;
Hid from fools to vice inclined.
Who that tyrant sin obey,

Though they spring like flowers in May,
Parch'd with heat, and nipp'd with frost,

Soon shall fade, for ever lost.

Lord, thou art most great, most high;

Such from all eternity.

Perish shall thy enemies,

Rebels that against thee rise.
All, who in their sins delight,
Shall be scatter'd by thy might.

But thou shalt exalt my horn,
Like a youthful unicorn;
Fresh and fragrant odours shed
On thy crowned prophet's head.
I shall see my foes' defeat,
Shortly hear of their retreat :

But the just like palms shall flourish,
Which the plains of Judah nourish :
Like tall cedars mounted on

Cloud-ascending Lebanon,

Plants set in thy court, below

Spread their roots, and upwards grow;
Fruit in their old age shall bring;
Ever fat and flourishing.

This God's justice celebrates;

He, my rock, injustice hates.

GEORGE SANDYS.

The Followers of Christ.

WHAT

WHAT were Thy teachings? thou who hadst not where

In all this weary earth to lay thy head; Thou who wert made the sins of men to bear, And break with publicans thy daily bread! Turning from Nazareth, the despised, aside,

And dwelling in the cities by the sea, What were thy words to those who sat and dried Their nets upon the rocks of Galilee?

Didst thou not teach thy followers here below, Patience, long-suffering, charity, and love; To be forgiving, and to anger slow,

And perfect, like our blesséd Lord above? And who were they, the called and chosen then, Through all the world, teaching thy truth, to go? Were they the rulers, and the chiefest men, The teachers in the synagogue? Not so! Makers of tents, and fishers by the sea, These only left their all to follow thee.

And even of the twelve whom thou didst name
Apostles of thy holy word to be,

One was a devil; and the one who came
With loudest boasts of faith and constancy,
He was the first thy warning who forgot,
And said, with curses, that he knew thee not!
Yet there were some who in thy sorrows were
To thee even as a brother and a friend,
And women, seeking out the sepulchre,

Were true and faithful even to the end: And some there were who kept the living faith Through persecution even unto death.

But, Saviour, since that dark and awful day When the dread temple's veil was rent in twain, And while the noontide brightness fled away, The gaping earth gave up her dead again; Tracing the many generations down,

Who have professed to love thy holy ways, Through the long centuries of the world's renown, And through the terrors of her darker days

Where are thy followers, and what deeds of love
Their deep devotion to thy precepts prove?
And is there nothing to redeem mankind ?-

No heart that keeps the love of God within ? Is the whole world degraded, weak, and blind, And darkened by the leprous scales of sin ? No, we will hope that some, in meekness sweet, Still sit, with trusting Mary, at thy feet.

For there are men of God, who faithful stand
On the far ramparts of our Zion's wall,
Planting the cross of Jesus in some land
That never listened to salvation's call.
And there are some led by philanthropy,

Men of the feeling heart and daring mind,
Who fain would set the hopeless free,

And raise the weak and fallen of mankind. And there are many in life's humblest way, Who tread like angels on a path of light, Who warn the sinful when they go astray,

And point the erring to the way of right; And the meek beauty of such lives will teach More than the eloquence of man can preach.

And, blesséd Saviour! by thy life of trial,

And by thy death, to free the world from sin, And by the hope that man, though weak and vile, Hath something of divinity within

Still will we trust, though sin and crime be met, To see thy holy precepts triumph yet!

PHOEBE CAREY.

The Men who had no Name on Earth. MOST numerous, indeed, among the saved,

And many, too, not least illustrious, shone The men who had no name on earth. Eclipsed By lowly circumstance, they lived unknown; Like stream that in the desert warbles clear, Still nursing, as it goes, the herb and flower, Though never seen; or like the star, retired In solitudes of ether, far beyond

All sight, not of essential splendour less,

Though shining unobserved. None saw their pure Devotion, none their tears, their faith, and love, Which burned within them, both to God and

man

None saw but God: He, in His bottle, all
Their tears preserved, and every holy wish
Wrote in His book; and, not as they had done,
But as they wished, with all their heart, to do,
Arrayed them now in glory, and displayed—
No longer hid by coarse uncourtly garb―
In lustre equal to their inward worth.

ROBERT POLLOK.

OF

The Christian Patriarch.

F life's past woes, the fading trace
Hath given that aged patriarch's face
Expression, holy, deep, resigned,
The calm sublimity of mind.