6. On Him the tenfold vengeance fell That would have sunk a world to hell; 7. A few more rolling suns at most Will land me on fair Canaan's coast: CL. HEAVEN. (Russian Poetry.) THE golden palace of my God CLI. THIS WORLD PASSETH. By Moore. (From the Selection entitled " Sacred Poetry.") 1. THIS world is all a fleeting show 2. And false the light on glory's plume, And love, and hope, and beauty's bloom 3. Poor wanderers of a stormy day, From wave to wave we're driven; In the original, "Illusion." CLII. ON THE FEAR OF MAN. 1. AND art thou, gracious Master, gone, I'll triumph in thy glorious name. 2. Should I, to gain this world's applause, Or to escape its harmless frown, Refuse to countenance thy cause And make thy people's lot my own; day, When thou thy glory wilt display! 3. And what is man, or what his smile, The terror of his anger what? Like grass he flourishes a while, But soon his place shall know him not. The Lord of Heaven and Earth deny? 4. No! let vain men cast out my name, For thee, my God, I all resign, 5. What transport then shall fill my heart, From sin and fear and sorrow free, CLIII. A PRAYER TO OUR LORD. 2. Effulgence of the light divine, Thou, when th' appointed time was come, But, God with God, wert man with man. 3. Lord over all, sent to fulfil Thy gracious Father's sovereign will, Speak, Lord thy servant heareth now! 4. Renew thine image, Lord, in me, And pure and gentle may I be; No charms but these to thee are dear: A patient, a subdued mind, That life and all things casts behind, Implant; and heaven-born peace be there. CLIV. THE SABBATH. (Kelly.) 1. SWEET day of rest! for thee I'd wait, Emblem and earnest of a state Where saints are fully blest! For thee I'd look, for thee I'd sigh, |