Then though the soul enjoy

Communion high and sweet,

While worms this body must destroy,

Both shall in glory meet.

The trump of final doom

Will speak the self-same word,

And heaven's voice thunder through the tomb,

"For ever with the Lord!"

The tomb shall echo deep

That death-awakening sound;

The saints shall hear it in their sleep,

And answer from the ground.

Then upward as they fly,

That resurrection-word

Shall be their shout of victory,

"For ever with the Lord!"

HEAVEN IN PROSPECT.

PALMS of glory, raiment bright,
Crowns that never fade away,

Gird and deck the saints in light,

Priests and kings and conquerors they.

Yet the conquerors bring their palms

To the Lamb amidst the throne,

And proclaim in joyful psalms,

Victory through his cross alone.

Kings for harps their crowns resign,
Crying, as they strike the chords,

"Take the kingdom,—it is thine,

King of kings and Lord of lords."

Round the altar, priests confess,
If their robes are white as snow,
'Twas the Saviour's righteousness,

And his blood that made them so.

Who were these? -On earth they dwelt, Sinners once of Adam's race,

Guilt, and fear, and suffering felt,

But were saved by sovereign grace.

They were mortal, too, like us;

-Ah! when we, like them, shall die,

May our souls, translated thus,

Triumph, reign, and shine on high!

M

GARDEN THOUGHTS,

On occasion of a Christian assembly in the grounds of a gentleman at York, for the purpose of promoting Missions among the Heathen.

In a garden man was placed,

Meet abode for innocence,

With his Maker's image graced ;

-Sin crept in and drove him thence,

Through the world, a wretch undone,
Seeking rest, and finding none.

In a garden- on that night,

When our Saviour was betray'd,

With what world-redeeming might,

In his agony he pray'd!