'Twas He with whom Elias talk'd, In his transfiguration-hour.

"Twas He whom, in the lonely Isle Of Patmos, John in spirit saw; And at the lightning of his smile,

Fell down as dead, entranced with awe.

From his resplendent diadem,

A ray shot through mine inmost soul; "Could I but touch his garment's hem," Methought, “like her whom faith made whole !”

Faith, faith was given;-though nigh and nigher,
Swift verging tow'rds the gulf below,
I stretch'd my hand ;—but high and higher,
Ah me! the vision seem'd to go.

"Save, Lord, I perish !"-while I cried,
Some miracle of mercy drew

My spirit upward ;—hell yawn'd wide,
And follow'd;-upwards still I flew :-

And upwards still the surging flame
Pursued ;—yet all was clear above,
Whence brighter, sweeter, kindlier came
My blessed Saviour's looks of love.

Till with a sudden flash forth beam'd
The fulness of the Deity :-

:

Hell's jaws collapsed; I felt redeem'd ;
The snare was broken, I was free.

A voice from heaven proclaim'd,-" "Tis done!"
Then, like a homeward ray of light

From the last planet to the sun,

I darted through the abyss of night.
Till He put forth his hand, to meet
Mine, grasping at infinity;
He caught me, set me on my feet;
I fell at his in ecstasy.

What follow'd, human tongue in vain
Would question language to disclose :
Enough, that I was born again;
From death to life that hour I rose.

PART III.

RESTITUTION.

I built once more, but on a rock

(Faith's strong foundation firm and sure)
Fix'd mine abode, the heaviest shock
Of time and tempest to endure.

Not small, nor large, not low, nor high,
Midway it stands upon the steep,
Beneath the storm-mark of the sky,
Above the flood-mark of the deep.

And here I humbly wait, while He,
Who pluck'd me from the lowest hell,
Prepares a heavenly house for me,

Then calls me home with Him to dwell.

"LOVEST THOU ME?"

JOHN XXI. 15-17.

"Lovest thou me?" I hear my Saviour

say:

Would that my heart had power to answer "Yea; Thou knowest all things, LORD, in heaven above, And earth beneath; Thou knowest that I love."

But 'tis not so; in word, in deed, in thought,
I do not, cannot love thee as I ought;

Thy love must give that power, thy love alone;
There's nothing worthy of thee but thine own;
LORD, with the love wherewith thou lovedst me,
Reflected on thyself, I would love thee.

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!
Till he drank the vengeance up,
And with mercy fill'd the cup.

In a garden-on the cross,

When the spear his heart had riven,

And for earth's primeval loss,

Heaven's best ransom had been given,

-Jesus rested from his woes,

Jesus from the dead arose.

Here, not Eden's bowers are found,

Nor forlorn Gethsemane,

Nor that calm, sepulchral ground

At the foot of Calvary ;
-Yet this scene may well recall

Sweet remembrances of all.

Emblem of the church below!

Where the Spirit and the Word

Fall like dews, like breezes blow,

And the LORD GOD's voice is heard, Walking in the cool of day,

While the world is far away:

Emblem of the church above!

:

Where, as in their native clime, Midst the garden of his love,

Rescued from the rage of time, Saints, as trees of life, shall stund, Planted by his own right hand!

Round the fair enclosure here

Flames no cherub's threatening sword, Ye who enter feel no fear:

-Roof'd by heaven, with verdure floor'd, Breathing balm from blossoms gay, This be paradise to-day.

Yet one moment meditate

On our parents' banishment, When from Eden's closing gate,

Hand in hand, they weeping went, Spikenard groves no more to dress, But a thorn-set wilderness.

Then remember Him who laid

Uncreated splendour by,

Lower than the angels made,

Fallen man to glorify,

And from death beyond the grave

Until life immortal save.

Think of Him-your souls He sought,

Wandering, never to return;
Hath He found you?—At the thought
Your glad hearts within you burn;

Then your love like His extend,
Be like Him the sinner's friend.

1829.

O'er Jerusalem he wept,

Doom'd to perish ;-can't you weep
O'er a world, by Satan kept

Dreaming in delirious sleep,

Till the twinkle of an eye
Wakes them in eternity?

Ye, who smile in rosy youth,

Glow with manhood, fade through years,

Send the life, the light, the truth,

To dead hearts, blind eyes,

deaf ears,

And your very pleasures make
Charities for Jesus' sake.

So shall gospel-glory run
Round the globe, to every clime,
Brighter than the circling sun,
Hastening that millennial time,
When the earth shall be restored
As the garden of the LORD.

TO MR. AND MRS. T.,

OF YORK.

WITH THE FOREGOING STANZAS.

YE who own this quiet place,

Here, like Enoch, walk with GOD; And, till summon'd hence, through grace,

Tread the path your Saviour trod;

Then to paradise on high,

With the wings of angels fly.