In vain the gaudy rising sun, The wide horizon gilds,— Comes glitt'ring o'er the silver streams, In vain, dispensing vernal sweets, In vain the birds with cheerful songs In vain, unless my Saviour's face Oh visit then Thy servant, Lord, And all these shades will die. When, when, shall I behold Thy face When shall that long-expected day Of sacred vision be, When my impatient soul shall make HEAVEN. HAIL, sacred Salem, plac'd on high, Seat of th' almighty King! What thought can grasp the boundless bliss? What tongue Thy glories sing? Thy crystal towers and palaces Magnificently rise, And dart their beauteous lustre round All the empyrean skies. The voice of triumph in thy streets, Gay banquets in thy splendid courts, Bright smiles on ev'ry face appear, From ev'ry mouth glad anthems flow, Illustrious day for ever there, Streams from the face Divine : No scorching heats, no piercing colds, The flow'rs with lasting beauty shine, JOHN RYLAND, D.D. THE REV. JOHN RYLAND was born at Warwick, on the 29th January, 1753. His father, John Collett Ryland, was a distinguished pastor of the Baptist denomination. In 1770, he began to preach. For a period he assisted his father at Northampton, whither he had removed in 1799In 1786, when his father removed to London, he obtained the full charge of the Baptist congregation at Northampton. He femoved to Bristol in 1794, to become president of the Baptist Academy there, and pastor of Broadmead Chapel. He died on the 25th May, 1825. Dr. Ryland was a profound Oriental scholar. He was one of the founders of the Baptist Missionary Society. His "Hymns and Verses on Sacred Subjects," have lately been reprinted by Mr. Sedgwick, in his "Library of Spiritual Songs," accompanied with a biographical sketch. TRUST IN GOD. SOVEREIGN Ruler of the skies, Ever gracious, ever wise! All events at Thy command. His decree that form'd the earth, He that form'd me in the womb, Times of sickness, times of health, Times of penury and wealth; Times of trial and of grief; Times of triumph and relief. Times the tempter's power to prove ; Plagues and deaths around me fly; O Thou gracious, wise, and just, May I always own Thy hand— Thee at all times, will I bless; Since I cannot part with Thee. LORD, I WOULD DELIGHT IN THEE. O LORD, I would delight in Thee, When all created streams are dried, Thy fulness is the same; And glory in Thy name! Why should the soul a drop bemoan, No good in creatures can be found, Oh, that I had a stronger faith, He that has made my heaven secure, O Lord, I cast my care on Thee, Henceforth my great concern shall be To love and please Thee more. ROBERT SEAGRAVE, M.A. ROBERT SEAGRAVE was born at Twyford, Leicestershire, on the 22nd November, 1693. He studied at Clare Hall, Cambridge, where he graduated in 1718. In 1739, he seems to have been appointed Sunday Evening Lecturer at Lorimer's Hall, London. He afterwards preached in the Tabernacle, in connection with the Calvinistic Methodists. The date of his death is unknown. Seagrave composed several treatises on doctrinal subjects, and on the duties of the Christian ministry. In 1742, he published "Hymns for Christian Worship;" London, 8vo. This volume contained a number of original hymns, others being selected. Fifty hymns, from his pen, with a sketch of his life and writings, were published by Mr. Sedgwick in 1860. THE PILGRIM'S SONG. RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings; Thy better portion trace; Rise from transitory things, Towards heaven thy native place. Sun and moon and stars decay, Time shall soon this earth remove; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepared above. Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course; Both speed them to their source. Fly me riches, fly me cares, Whilst I that coast explore; Flattering world, with all thy snares, Solicit me no more. Pilgrims fix not here their home; Strangers tarry but a night; Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn, Press onward to the prize; Soon our Saviour will return Triumphant in the skies. |