Where'er Thou roam'st, one happy soul, we know,
Seen at thy side in woek,

Waits on thy triumph-even as all the blest
With him and Thee shall rest.

Each on his cross, by Thee we hang a while,
Watching thy patient smile,

Till we have learn'd to say, " "Tis justly done,
Only in glory, LORD, thy sinful servant own."

Soon wilt Thou take us to thy tranquil bower
To rest one little hour,

Till thine elect are number'd, and the grave
Call Thee to come and save:

Then on thy bosom borne shall we descend,
Again with earth to blend,

Earth all refin'd with bright supernal fires, Tinctur'd with holy blood, and wing'd with pure desires.

Meanwhile with every son and saint of thine
Along the glorious line,

Sitting by turns beneath thy sacred feet

We'll hold communion sweet,

* St. Luke xxiii. 43.

Know them by look and voice, and thank them all For helping us in thrall,

For words of hope, and bright examples given To show through moonless skies that there is light in Heaven.

O come that day, when in this restless heart
Earth shall resign her part,

When in the grave with Thee my limbs shall rest,
My soul with Thee be blest!

But stay, presumptuous-CHRIST with thee abides In the rock's dreary sides:

He from the stone will wring celestial dew If but the prisoner's heart be faithful found and true.

When tears are spent, and thou art left alone
With ghosts of blessings gone,

Think thou art taken from the cross, and laid
In JESUS' burial shade;

Take Moses' rod, the rod of prayer, and call
Out of the rocky wall

The fount of holy blood; and lift on high

Thy grovelling soul that feels so desolate and dry.

Prisoner of Hope thou art-look up and sing

In hope of promis'd spring.

As in the pit bis father's darling lay m

Beside the desert way,

And knew not how, but knew his GoD would save Even from that living grave,

So, buried with our LORD, we'll close our eyes To the decaying world, till Angels bid us rise.

hope.

Zechariah ix. 12. Turn you to the strong hold, ye prisoners of

TM Gen. xxxvii. 24. They took him, and cast him into a pit: and the pit was empty, there was no water in it.

EASTER DAY.

And as they were afraid, and bowed down their faces to the earth, they said unto them, Why seek ye the living among the dead! He is not here, but is risen. St. Luke xxiv. 5, 6.

OH! day of days! shall hearts set free
No" minstrel rapture" find for Thee?
Thou art the Sun of other days,
They shine by giving back thy rays:

Enthroned in thy sovereign sphere
Thou shedd'st thy light on all the year :
Sundays by Thee more glorious break,
An Easter Day in every week :

And week-days, following in their train,
The fulness of thy blessing gain,
Till all, both resting and employ,
Be one Lord's day of holy joy.

Then wake, my soul, to high desires,
And earlier light thine altar fires:
The World some hours is on her way,
Nor thinks on thee, thou blessed day:

Or, if she think, it is in scorn:
The vernal light of Easter morn
To her dark gaze no brighter seems
Than Reason's or the Law's pale beams.

"Where is your Lord?" she scornful asks: "Where is his hire? we know his tasks; "Sons of a king ye boast to be;

"Let us your crowns and treasures see."

We in the words of Truth reply,

(An angel brought them from the sky,) "Our crown, our treasure is not here, " "Tis stor❜d above the highest sphere :

"Methinks your wisdom guides amiss, "To seek on earth a Christian's bliss; "We watch not now the lifeless stone; "Our only Lord is risen and gone."