More blest than man can e'er conceive, Her great reward. Unmeet is such a harp as mine For themes so glorious, so divine, But oh, what hopes, what joys are thine, Dear Christian friend! How peaceful should thy mind become, From souls like thine! Oh, let it to the world appear How blest are Christians, even here; In life or death. Their griefs are blest, their sins forgiven, And in each present joy is given A foretaste of those joys in heaven Which cannot fade. Then faint not, fear not, happy friend, The soul He loves. To a Ponng Friend on her Favourite Text. He will complete the work begun, The conqueror's crown. Then may we dwell apart no more, To a Young Friend on her Favourite Text. "GOD IS LOVE." WHEN flowery Spring pours forth her treasures, Sweet Mary, let these vernal pleasures And as the changing seasons vary, Where'er thy footsteps rove, Let each successive charm, my Mary, To a Young Friend on her Favourite Text. Whether thine heart beat high with gladness, And blest thy moments prove, Or when it droops through pain and sadness If any anxious thought distress thee, Will He refuse to guide and bless thee? When at His footstool lowly bending, Is there no gracious ear attending? What did her peaceful deathbed teach thee, Now with her harp she stands before Him And with the myriads who adore Him, Here, we but faintly can discern it, 1 Mrs. Cunningham, who died a short time before. And when thy guardian angels carry Thou, at thy Saviour's feet, my Mary, Thoughts of Heaven. OH, thou glorious world unseen, All too sad this earth would be Life too desolate for me. World of beauty! where each sight World of peace! where every sound World of purity! wherein Ne'er has entered taint of sin, Wearily drag on the hours Till I reach thy blissful bowers. World of love! where every eye World of health! where pale decay Wastes no youthful bloom away Where no tear was ever shed O'er a loved one's dying bed; Where infirmity and age Cause the heart no sad presage, And the thought of death's dark goal Casts no shadow o'er the soul. World of perfect endless joy! Banished from remembrance there; |