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6. Though mortals weep a creature dead,
Yet angels hail a brother born;

The body sinks to night's dark bed,
The spirit hails an endless morn!

CLXXV.

ON THE MILLENNIUM.

(From Moore's Sacred Melodies. See " Sacred Poetry.")
1. BUT who shall see the glorious day,
When, throned on Zion's brow,
The Lord shall rend that veil away
Which blinds the nations now?

When earth no more beneath the fear
Of His rebuke shall lie;

When pain shall cease, and every tear
Be wiped from every eye?

2. Then Judah! thou no more shalt mourn

Beneath the heathen's chain

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Thy days of splendour shall return,

And all be new again.

The fount of life shall then be quaff'd,

In peace by all who come,

And every wind that blows shall waft

Some long-lost exile ho me!

CLXXVI.

ACCESS TO GOD.

(Newton.)

1. ONE glance of Thine, eternal Lord,
Pierces all nature through:

Nor earth, nor heaven, nor hell afford
A shelter from thy view.

2. The mighty whole, each smaller part, At once before Thee lies;

And every thought of every heart

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3. Though greatly from myself conceal'd,

Thou seest my inward frame;

To thee I always stand reveal'd
Exactly as I am.

4. Since therefore I can hardly bear
What in myself I see,

How vile and black must I

Most holy God, to Thee?

appear,

5. Yet, since my Saviour stands between,

His garments dyed in blood;

'Tis He, the Holy One, is seen,
When I approach my God!

6. Thus, though a sinner, I am safe-
He pleads before the throne
His life and death in my behalf;
He made my curse His own.

CLXXVII.

THE FLIGHT OF FAITH.

(Moore. See " Sacred Poetry.")

1. THE dove let loose in eastern skies Returning fondly home,

Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies
Where idle warblers roam:

But high she shoots through air and light,
Above all low delay;

Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,
Nor shadow dims her way.

2. So grant me, God! from earthly care,
From sin and passion free,

Aloft, through faith and love's pure air,
To hold my course to Thee:

No lure to tempt, no art to stay
My soul, as home she springs;
Thy sunshine on her joyful way,
Thy freedom on her wings!

CLXXVIII.

THE HEAVENLY TEMPLE.

(Logan.)

1. WHERE high the heavenly temple stands,
The house of God not made with hands ;
A great High Priest our nature wears;
The Guardian of mankind appears.
He who for men a surety stood,

And pour'd on earth his precious blood,
Pursues in heaven his mighty plan,
The Saviour and the Friend of man.
2. Though now ascended up on high,
He bends to earth a Brother's eye:
Partaker of the human name,
He knows the frailty of our frame.
Our fellow-sufferer yet retains
A fellow-feeling of our pains;
And still remembers in the skies,
His tears, his agonies, and cries.
3. In every pang that rends the heart,
The Man of Sorrows had a part;
He sympathizes with our grief

And to the sufferer sends relief.

With boldness, therefore, at His throne

Let us make all our sorrows known,

And ask the aids of heavenly power
To help us in the evil hour.

CLXXIX.

MISSIONARY HYMN.

(By the present Bishop of Calcutta.)

1. FROM Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand;
From many an ancient river,
From many a balmy plain,
They call us to deliver

Their land from error's chain

2. What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft on Ceylon's isle,
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile:

In vain, with lavish kindness,
The gifts of God are strewn,
The Heathen, in his blindness,
Bows down to wood and stone.

3. Shall we, whose souls are lighted

With wisdom from on high;

Shall

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