“ The Song of Zion is a tasteless thing,

Unless, when rising on a joyful wing,
The soul can mix with the celestial bands,
And give the strain the compass it demands."

“ The Church triumphant, and the church below, In songs of praise their present union show ;

Their joys are full, our expectations long,
In life we differ, but we join the song.
Angels and we, assisted by this art,
May sing together though we dwell apart."

LONDON:
SIMPKIN, MARSHALL, & CO.

Ipswich : 3. M. Burton & Co.
280. C.183.