FOR, in like manner as He went,

My soul, hast thou forgot?-
Shall be His terrible descent,

When man expecteth not!

Strength, Son of Man, against that hour,
Be to our spirits given,

When thou shalt come again with power

Upon the clouds of heaven!

WILLIAM CROSWELL

LIFT up your heads, ye everlasting gates,
The King of Glory comes! He comes to clothe
This mortal in the unperishable garb

Of immortality! Hear it, ye dead,

Hear the glad tidings! and with trembling hope
Expect that day, when at th' Archangel's trump,
From the long sleep of many thousand years
Ye shall awake-awake to sleep no more;
Hear it, O living man, ere greedy Death
Consigns thee to the prison of the tomb;
Hear and be wise, seek thy Redeemer's throne;
On bending knees implore His healing grace,
Chaunt forth His praise and venerate His name.
WILLIAM BOLLand.

METHINKS I see from th' empyrean skies,
Preceded by His bright Angelic host,

The Judge descend: how changed from Him, who late.
The thorny crown and reedy sceptre bore!

Glory arrays Him, from His countenance beams

Splendour ineffable: stars clustering weave

A rich tiara for His head, who gave
Their beauteous lamps to shine.

GEORGE BALLY.

ADVERSITY-AFFLICTION.

BEFORE I was afflicted, I went astray, but now have I kept thy word. cxix, 67.

PSALM

It is good for me that I have been afflicted, that I might learn thy statutes. PSALM XXIX, 71.

I know that the Lord will maintain the cause of the afflicted, and the right of the poor. PSALM CXl, 12.

He was oppressed and He was afflicted, yet He opened not His mouth: He is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before his shearers is dumb, so opened He not His mouth. ISAIAH, liii, 7.

In all their affliction He was afflicted, and the angel of His presence saved them in His love and in His pity He redeemed them; and He bare them and carried them all the days of old. ISAIAH, lxiii, 9.

Come, and let us return unto the Lord: for He hath torn, and IIe will heal us; He hath smitten, and He will bind us up. HOSEA, vi, 1.

For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory. II. CORINTHIANS, iv, 17.

Behold, happy is the man whom God corřecteth; therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty: For He maketh sore, and bindeth up; He woundeth, and His hands make whole. He shall deliver thee in six troubles; yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee. JOB, V, 17, 18, 19.

For whom the Lord loveth He chasteneth, and scourgeth every son whom he receiveth. HEBREWS, Xii, 6.

WHEN urged by strong temptation to the brink
Of guilt and ruin, stands the virtuous mind,
With scarce a step between; all-pitying Heaven,
Severe in mercy, chastening in its love,
Oft-times in dark and awful visitation,
Doth interpose, and leads the wanderer back
To the straight path, to be forever after
A firm, undaunted, onward-bearing traveller,
Strong in humility, who swerves no more.

JOANNA BAILLIE.

PERFUMES, the more they're chafed, the more they render

Their pleasant scents, and so affliction

Expresseth virtue fully.

JOHN WEBSTER.

FOR God has marked each sorrowing day,

And numbered every secret tear,

And Heaven's long years of bliss shall pay

For all His children suffer here.

WM. C. BRYANT,

Ir misfortune comes, she brings along

The bravest virtues.

THOMSON

WHEN grief, that well might humble, swells our pride, And pride, increasing, aggravates our grief,

The tempest must prevail till we are lost.

LILLO.

THOUGH WOe to joy! And though at morn thou weep, And though the midnight find thee weeping still, Good cheer! good cheer! The shepherd loves his sheep Resign thee to the watchful Father's will.

ROSEGARTEN.

BLASPHEME not Heaven with rash, impatient speech,
Nor deem, at thine own hour, its rest to reach,
Unhappy child! The full-appointed time

Is His to choose; and when the sullen chime
And deep-toned striking of the funeral bell,
Thy fate to earthly ears shall sadly tell,

O may the death thou talk'st of as a boon,
Find thee prepared, nor come, even then, too soon!
MRS. NORTON.

HEAVEN but tries our virtues by affliction,

And oft the cloud which wraps the present hour
Serves but to brighten all our future days.

AFFLICTIONS clarify the soul,

DR. BROWN

And, like hard masters, give more hard directions,

Tutoring the non-age of uncurbed affections.

FRANCIS QUARLES

COME then, Affliction, if my Father bids,

And be my frowning friend: a friend that frowns,
Is better than a smiling enemy.

We welcome clouds that bring the former rain,
Though they the present prospect blacken round,
And shade the beauties of the opening year,
That, by their stores enriched, the earth may yield
A fruitful summer and a plenteous crop.

SWAINE

THEY who have rarest joy, know joy's true measure;
They who most suffer, value suffering's pause;

They who but taste the simplest pleasure,
Kneel oftenest to the Giver and the Cause.

MRS. NORTON.

WE overstate the ills of life, and take
Imagination, given us to bring down
The choirs of singing angels, overshone
By God's clear glory,-down our earth, to rake
The dismal snows instead; flake following flake,
To cover all the corn. We walk upon

The shadow of hills, across a level thrown,
And pant like climbers. Near the alder-brake
We sigh so loud, the nightingale within
Refuses to sing loud, as else she would.

O, brothers! let us leave the shame and sin

Of taking vainly, in a plaintive mood,

The holy name of Grief!-holy herein,

That by the grief of One, came all our good.

MISS BARRETT.

GOD hath created nights

As well as days to deck the varied globe;

Grace comes as oft clad in the dusky robe

Of desolation, as in white attire, JOHN BEAUMont.

To bear affliction with a bended brow,

Or stubborn heart, is but to disallow
The speedy means to health.

A LIFE all ease is all abused ;

FRANCIS QUARLES.

O, precious grace! that made thee wise

To know — affliction rightly used

Is mercy in disguise.

Ir affliction grasps thee rudely

And presents the rack and cup,

G. B. CHEEVER

Drink the draught and brave the torture-
Even in despair,-look up!

Still look up! For One there liveth
With the will and power to save-
One who knows each human sorrow,
From the cradle to the grave.

J. L. CHESTER.

BESIDE one deed of guilt, how blest is guiltless woe!

SIR E. BULWER LYTTON.

CHRIST had his sorrows.

When he shed

His tears, O, Palestine, for theeWhen all but weeping woman fied,

In His dark hour of agony.

Christ had his sorrows- so must thou,
If thou wilt tread the path He trod-
O then, like Him, submissive bow,

And own the sovereignty of God.

THE good man suffers but to gain,
And every virtue springs from pain;
As aromatic plants bestow

No spicy fragrance while they grow;
But crushed or trodden to the ground
Diffuse their balmy sweets around.

ANONYMOUS.

GOLDSMITH.