Then sunk the star of Solyma, Then passed her glory's day, But soon shall other pictured scenes When Zion's sun shall sevenfold shine On all her mourners' eyes; And on her mountains beauteous stand "Salvation by the Lord's right hand!” EVENING SONG. (For the Sabbath Day.) MILLIONS within Thy courts have met, Their faces Zion-ward were set, Vows with their lips to Thee they vowed: But Thou, soul-searching God! hast known The hearts of all that bent the knee, And hast accepted those alone, In spirit and truth that worshipped Thee. People of many a tribe and tongue, Men of strange colours, climates, lands, Still, as the light of morning broke Sabbath all round the world to keep. In halcyon hours, when storms are flown, Arose earth's Babel-languages, In pure accordance to Thy throne. Not angel-trumpets sound more clear, Than humble prayer and thankful praise. And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh, Hath failed this day some suit to gain ;— Thy poor were bountifully fed, Thy chastened sons have kissed the rod, Thy mourners have been comforted, The pure in heart have seen their God. Yet one prayer more; and be it one In which both heaven and earth accord ;Fulfil thy promise to thy Son, Let all that breathe call Jesus, Lord! MONTGOMERY. "LOVEST THOU ME?" 'Tis a point I long to know, Oft it causes anxious thought,— Do I love the Lord or no? Am I His, or am I not? If I love, why am I thus ? Why this dull, this lifeless frame? If I pray, or hear, or read, Sin is mixed with all I do : Could I joy His saints to meet, Lord, decide the doubtful case! Let me love Thee more and more, If I have not loved before, NEWTON. A REAL OCCURRENCE IN A CIRCLE OF FRIENDS. WHICH is the happiest death to die? Long at the gate of bliss would I lie, With bright celestial views. Mine were a lingering death, without pain, And mark how bright and sweet should be "Fain would I catch a hymn of love 66 No," said another, "so not I; Sudden as thought is the death I would die ; Nor bear a single pang at parting, Nor the frame with mortal terror shaking, Nor the heart, where love's soft bands are breaking— So would I die! All bliss without a pang to cloud it! To meet my Saviour in the air ! Oh! how bright Were the realms of light Bursting at once upon my sight! Even so, I long to go, These parting hours, how sad and slow!" His voice grew faint, and fixed was his eye, The hue of his cheek and lips decayed, His spirit had fled : Painless and swift as his own desire, The soul undressed From her mortal vest, Had stepped in her car of heavenly fire; And proved how bright Were the realms of light, Bursting at once upon the sight! EDMESTON. "FAINT, YET PURSUING." O CHRISTIAN, doth thy spirit faint The soldier longs for his release, |