Though raised by sinners sunk and striken,
Prayer will reach Jehovah's throne;
And the Saviour's smile will quicken
Hopes, that rest on him alone.

IF THERE E'ER WAS A TIME.

If there e'er was a time of rejoicing, 't was then

When we first broke asunder the shackles that bound us, And walked in a freedom more blest than of men,

For the smiles of the Saviour were scattered around us.

Drawn forth from the shades of our prison, we deemed All nature resplendent with light and with beauty; And oft, in the glow of our feelings, it seemed

We ne'er could be wanting in love and in duty.

And shall it be said, that our souls cease to love?
And shall we forget so transcendent a blessing?
Dear Saviour, look down from thy mansions above,
And from moment to moment bestow thy refreshing.

"T is in Thee that we live; Thou didst give us our life. "T is in Thee that we hope; let thy banner be o'er us. Unless Thou dost aid us, we fail in the strife,

But with Thee every foe shall be driven before us.

GOD'S GLORY IN CREATION.

WHENE'ER I see the morning sun,
Rejoicing from the east to run,
And o'er the sky his journey hold,
With eye of fire and robes of gold;
(So proud his march, so bright he blazes,
That e'en the eagle, as he gazes,

Can scarce his burning track behold :)

Whene'er I view the stars display,
To deck the sky their silver ray,
And mark, along the welkin wide,
The evening's placid empress glide;

My soul is full of Him, who made them,
The God, whose magic power arrayed them,
In all their beauty, all their pride.

Nor this alone; 'T is God doth dress

The spring in all its loveliness;

'T is God, who gives to field and bower,

The autumn's fruit and summer's flower.

The earth we tread, the heavens that bound us,

With all within and all around us,

Declare his wisdom and his power.

Where'er we dwell, where'er we go,
On hill above, of vale below,

By streams through distant meads that glide,

By forests, waving in their pride;

We every where the proof discover,

That God around the earth doth hover,

And dwells forever at our side.

ENCOURAGEMENT.

SAY not, 't is all a dreary way,

With rocks beset with briars growing, Where never beams of sunlight stray, And ne'er a gentle stream is flowing.

Or if it be, that thou dost go

Through scenes so darksome, wild, and frightful,

Yet there is one who loves thee so,

That he can make e'en this delightful.

Jesus is ever near at hand,

To aid, to guide, and to deliver, With his own arm, the chosen band

Which he hath bought, to keep forever.

Then drive away thy doubts and fears,
Nor dread the ills that threat to hurt thee;

For Christ, that saw thee in thy tears,

Hath said, He never will desert thee.

DAY OF JUDGMENT.

OFT, when the shades of evening come,
And still the caravan's deep hum,
The desert's wind, with poisoned breath,
Sweeps o'er, and smites with sudden death.

And thus, with sudden, deep dismay,
Shall come the judgment's awful day,
And wide the final trump disperse
Its summons through the universe.

The earth shall hear the trumpet's tongue;
The dead arise, both old and young;
They upward look, and in the sky
Read their eternal destiny.

Oh, then what terrors meet the view
Of those who now the earth pursue!
Who see their hopes and bliss expire,
Withered and burnt in penal fire.

THINK NOT THAT THE BLEST.

THINK not that the blest, whom the Lord hath befriended, Though scorned by the world, and though smitten with

grief,

Will be left by the arm, that has once been extended,
To suffer and perish without its relief.

Oh, no! When the clouds of affliction and sorrow
Encircle their souls with the darkness of night,
Thy mercy, Oh God, like the sun of to-morrow,
Shall gleam on the shadows and turn them to light.

He leaves us awhile to the billow's commotion,
To see if our faith in the storm will remain;
But soon He looks out in his smiles, and the ocean
s hushed from its threats, and is quiet again.

RESURRECTION OF THE SAINTS.

Fools make a mock, while scoffers say,
Where is the great, and final day?
But in the destined hour shall rue,
While saints rejoice, that God is true,

Hark! Through the air the trumpet's peal!
See! Opening graves their dead reveal!
The Saviour from the dust doth claim
The blessed followers of his name.

Their troubled souls are now at peace,
Forever now their conflicts cease;
Their cruel foes no longer reign,
Nor sin distresses them again,

REMEMBRANCE IN PRAYER.

WHEN at the hour of prayer thy heart
The fervor of its love discovers,

In secret as thou kneel'st apart,

And many an angel round thee hovers,
Oh, then remember me!

When down thy cheeks the tear-drops roll,
Of gratitude for sins forgiven,

And thou dost feel within thy soul
A ray of joy just sent from heaven,
Oh, then remember me!