Anon the clouds depart,

The winds and waters cease;

While sweetly o'er my gladdened heart Expands the bow of peace!

Beneath its glowing arch, Along the hallowed ground, I see cherubic armies march, A camp of fire around.

I hear at morn and even,
At noon and midnight hour,
The choral harmonies of heaven.
Earth's Babel tongues o'erpower.

Then, then I feel, that He,
Remembered or forgot,

The Lord is never far from me,
Though I perceive Him not.

"Forever with the Lord!" Father, if 't is thy will,

The promise of that gracious word,

E'en here, to me fulfil.

Be thou at my right hand,

Then fhall I never fail;

Uphold me, and I needs must stand;

Fight, and I shall prevail.

So, when my latest breath
Shall rend the veil in twain,

By death I fhall escape from death,
And life eternal gain.

Knowing as I am known,
How fhall I love that word,

And oft repeat before the throne,
"Forever with the Lord!

7. Montgomery. 1853.

HERE is a land of pure delight,

Where saints immortal reign;

Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

There everlasting spring abides,
And never withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.

Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dreffed in living green :

So to the Jews old Canaan ftood,
While Jordan rolled between.

But timorous mortals ftart and fhrink

To cross this narrow sea,
And linger fhivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

O, could we make our doubts remove,
These gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes,

Could we but climb where Moses ftood,
And view the landscape o'er, -

Not Jordan's ftream, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the fhore.

Isaac Watts. 1674-1748.

THE SURPASSING GLORY OF GOD.

SINCE

INCE o'er thy footftool here below
Such radiant gems are ftrown,
O, what magnificence muft glow,

Great God, about Thy throne!
So brilliant here these drops of light,-
There the full ocean rolls how bright!

If night's blue curtain of the sky -
With thousand ftars inwrought,
Hung like a royal canopy

With glittering diamonds fraught –
Be, Lord, thy temple's outer veil,
What splendor at the fhrine must dwell!

The dazzling sun at noonday hour-
Forth from his flaming vase

Flinging o'er earth the golden fhower
Till vale and mountain blaze

But fhows, O Lord, one beam of Thine:
What, then, the day where Thou doft shine!

O, how shall these dim eyes endure

That noon of living rays!

Or how our spirits, so impure,

Upon Thy glory gaze!

Anoint, O Lord, anoint our fight,

And fit us for that world of
light.

HEAVEN.

EYOND these chilling winds and gloomy skies,

BEY

Beyond death's cloudy portal,

There is a land where beauty never dies,

And love becomes immortal, —

-

A land whose light is never dimmed by fhade,
Whose fields are ever vernal,

Where nothing beautiful can ever fade,
But bloom for aye eternal.

We may not know how sweet its balmy air,
How bright and fair its flowers;

We may not hear the songs that echo there,
Through those enchanted bowers.

The city's fhining towers we may not see
With our dim earthly vifion;

For death, the filent warder, keeps the key
That opes these gates elyfian.

But sometimes, when adown the western sky
The fiery sunset lingers,

Its golden gates swing inward noiseleffly,
Unlocked by filent fingers.

And while they stand a moment half ajar,
Gleams from the inner glory

Stream brightly through the azure vault afar,
And half reveal the story.

O land unknown! O land of love divine!
Father all wise, eternal,

Guide, guide these wandering, way-worn feet of mine

Into those paftures vernal.

Miss N. A. W. Prieft. 1860.