MISCELLANEOUS. A GOLDEN STRING. W. BLAKE. I GIVE you the end of a golden string, It will lead you in at Heaven's gate HOW LONG, O LORD? HELEN L. PARMLEE. FOR OR us, the conflict and the toil, For them the wiping of the tears. For us, the path o'ergrown with thorns And darkness round our way; For them the golden streets of heaven And God's eternal day! IN SOME HOUR OF SOLEMN JUBILEE. S. T. COLERidge. N some hour of solemn jubilee The massy gates of Paradise are thrown JESUS MY HOPE OF HEAVEN. AH! I shall soon be dying Time swiftly glides away; Bnt, on my Lord relying, The day when I must enter ! He once, a spotless victim, Upon Mount Calvary bled; Jehovah did afflict Him, And bruise Him in my stead. Hence all my hope arises, My soul most surely prizes To Him by grace united, And now, by faith, delighted, There He is interceding For all who on Him rest; The grace from Him proceeding Shall waft me to His breast. There with the saints in glory DAYBREAK. R. H. DANA. "The Pilgrim they laid in a large upper chamber, whose window opened towards the sun rising: the name of the chamber was Peace; where he slept till break of day, and then he awoke and sang."-The Pilgrim's Progress. OW, brighter than the host that all night long, Stood watch, thou comest to wait the morning's song, Thou bid'st me turn to God, and seek my rest in Him. "Canst thou grow sad," thou say'st. "as earth grows bright, And sigh, when little birds begin discourse In quick, low voices, ere the streaming light A sharer be, if that thine heart be pure. And breathe in kindred calm, and teach thee to endure." |