The Seraph throwing off his Disguise. WILD sparkling rage inflamed the Father's eyes, He bursts the bonds of fear, and madly cries, While wings, whose colors glittered on the day, When the glooms of night are o'er us, Saviour dear, for thou canst only. “HOW AMIABLE ARE THY TABERNACLES.” 341 By thy days of earthly trial, By thy friend's foreknown denial, By thy cross of bitter anguish, Leave not thou thy lambs to languish ; Comforting the weak and lonely, Lead them in thy pastures only. Sick with hope deferred, or yearning When the glooms of grief o'ershade us, Leaning on thee only, only. FRANCIS T. PALGRAVE. 66 "How amiable are Thy Tabernacles.” LEASANT are Thy courts above PLEASANT In the land of light and love: Happy birds, that sing and fly Happy souls! their praises flow Waters in the desert rise, Manna feeds them from the skies: On they go from strength to strength, Who hast led them safe through all. Lord, be mine this praise to win! Shower, O shower them, Lord, on me! HENRY F. LYTE The Heart's Song. N the silent midnight watches, IN List-thy bosom-door! How it knocketh, knocketh, knocketh, Say not 't is thy pulse's beating; 'Tis thy heart of sin 'T is thy Saviour knocks, and crieth: Rise, and let me in! Death comes down with reckless footstep Think you Death will stand a-knocking CHRIST'S CALL TO THE SOUL. Jesus waiteth, waiteth, waiteth, But thy door is fast! Then 't is thine to stand entreating At the gate of heaven beating, Nay, alas! thou foolish virgin, Jesus waited long to know thee,-- ARTHUR C. COXE. 343 Christ's Call to the Soul. FAIR soul, created in the primal hour, Once pure and grand, And for whose sake I left my throne and power At God's right hand, By this sad heart pierced through because I love thee, Let love and mercy to contrition move thee! Cast off the sins thy holy beauty veiling, Vain against thee the host of hell assailing; Drink from my side the cup of life immortal, And love will lead thee back to heaven's portal! I for thy sake was pierced with many sorrows, Yet heeded not the galling of the arrows, So faint not thou, whate'er the burden be: (Anonymous Translation.) SAVONAROLA. Consolation. PILGRIM burdened with thy sin, Come the way to Zion's gate, There, till mercy lets thee in, Knock, and weep, and watch, and wait. Hark! it is the Bridegroom's voice: Safe, and sealed, and bought, and blest. Safe-from all the lures of vice, Sealed-by signs the chosen know, Bought by love, and life the price, Holy pilgrim! what for thee In a world like this remain ? Fear, and shame, and doubt, and pain. Fear-the hope of heaven shall fly, Shame from glory's view retire, CRABBE. |