And man to all eternity What he is now henceforth must be. From Adam to his youngest heir, Not one escaped that muster-roll; Each, as if he alone were there, Stood up, and won or lost his soul. These from the Judge's presence go, Down into everlasting wo; Vengeance hath barred the gates of hell,— The scenes within no tongue can tell. But lo! far off the righteous pass To glory, from the King's right hand; In silence on the sea of glass Heaven's numbers without number stand, While He who bore the cross lays down His priestly robe and victor crown ; All things are put beneath his feet. Then every eye in him shall see (While thrones and powers before Him fall) The fulness of the Deity, Where God himself is all in all. Oh! how eternity shall ring With the first note the ransomed sing; In that unutterable song, Shall I employ immortal breath? Forever die the second death? HALLELUJAH. HARK! the song of Jubilee ; Loud as mighty thunders roar, Or the fulness of the sea When it breaks upon the shore: Hallelujah! for the Lord God omnipotent shall reign; Hallelujah! let the word Echo round the earth and main. Hallelujah!-hark! the sound. From the centre to the skies, Wakes above, beneath, around, Sheathed his sword: He speaks-'tis done, And the kingdoms of the world Are the kingdoms of his Son. He shall reign from pole to pole, He shall reign when like a scroll Yonder heavens have passed away; Then the end!-beneath his rod Man's last enemy shall fall : Hallelujah! Christ in God, God in Christ, is all in all. JAMES HOGG, THE "Ettrick Shepherd," was twenty years of age before he learned the alphabet, yet he rose to a very high rank among the literary men of his country. "He is altogether an extraordinary being," said Mr. Southey; "a character such as will not appear twice in five centuries, and differing most remarkably from Burns and all other selftaught writers." Hogg's religious enthusiasm was associated with the Covenanters and their trials, and the spirit of his best pieces is altogether in keeping with the character of these sternly devout people. He was born in 1772, and died in 1835. THE COVENANTER'S SCAFFOLD SONG. SING with me! sing with me! Sing with me! sing with me! Sing with me! sing with me! Farewell earthly morn and even, ON Carmel's brow the wreathy vine Had all its honors shed, And o'er the vales of Palestine A sickly paleness spread; He saw the valleys far and wide, As still, in harsh and heavy tone, On Kison's strand and Ephratah Where dwellers once had been. Oh! beauteous were the palaces And still they glimmered to the breeze, But vultures held their jubilee The baleful satyr sung. But who had seen that Prophet's eye It looked not on the times gone by, He saw the feast in Bozrah spread And all the birds of prey. "Who's this," he cried, Of Edom, all divine, 66 comes by the Travelling in splendor, whose array Is red, but not with wine?" Blessed be the herald of our King And blossoms spring on field and tree, The happy child in dragon's way The lamb shall round the leopard play, The dove on Zion's hill shall light, Hail to the journeyer, in his might, That comes to set us free! way |