6. On Him the tenfold vengeance fell

That would have sunk a world to hell;
He bore it for his chosen race,
And so became their hiding-place.

7. A few more rolling suns at most

Will land me on fair Canaan's coast:
There I shall sing the song of grace,
And rest me in that hiding-place!"

CL.

HEAVEN.

(Russian Poetry.)

THE golden palace of my God
Towering above the clouds I see;
Beyond the cherub's bright abode,
Higher than angels' thoughts can be.
How can I in those courts appear
Without a wedding garment on?
Conduct me, thou Life-giver, there,
Conduct me to Thy glorious throne :
And clothe me with Thy robes of light,
And lead me through sin's darksome night,
My Saviour and my God!

CLI.

THIS WORLD PASSETH.

By Moore. (From the Selection entitled " Sacred Poetry.")

1. THIS world is all a fleeting show
For man's probation given;
The smiles of joy, the tears of woe,
Deceitful shine, deceitful flow:
There's nothing true but Heaven.

2. And false the light on glory's plume,
As fading hues of even;

And love, and hope, and beauty's bloom
Are blossoms gather'd for the tomb :
There's nothing bright but Heaven.

3. Poor wanderers of a stormy day,

From wave to wave we're driven;
And fancy's flash, and reason's ray
Serve but to light the troubled way:
There's nothing calm, but Heaven!

In the original, "Illusion."

CLII.

ON THE FEAR OF MAN.
Words and Music by Kelly.

1. AND art thou, gracious Master, gone,
A mansion to prepare for me?
Shall I behold thee on thy throne,
And there for ever sit with thee?
Then let the world approve or
blame,

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;
What shame would fill me in that

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.
Thro' fear of such an one, shall I

The Lord of Heaven and Earth

deny?

4. No! let vain men cast out my name,
And vile account me if they will:
If to confess the Lord be shame,
I purpose to be viler still!

For thee, my God, I all resign,
Content if I can call Thee mine.

5. What transport then shall fill my heart,
When thou my humble name wilt own;
When I shall see thee as thou art,
And know as I myself am known!

From sin and fear and sorrow free,
My soul shall find its rest in Thee.

CLIII.

A PRAYER TO OUR LORD.
1. O JESUS, source of calm repose,
Thy like nor man, nor angel knows;
Fairest among ten thousand fair!
Ev'n those whom death's sad fetters bound,
Whom thickest darkness compass'd round
Find light and life, if Thou appear.

2. Effulgence of the light divine,
Ere rolling planets knew to shine,
Ere time its ceaseless course began!

Thou, when th' appointed time was come,
Didst not abhor the Virgin's womb,

But, God with God, wert man with man. 3. Lord over all, sent to fulfil

Thy gracious Father's sovereign will,
To thy dread sceptre let us bow!
With child-like reverence at thy feet
Like humble Mary, lo, I sit;

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,
I'd count the days till thou art nigh,
Sweet day of sacred rest!