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He who when surrounded by his bitterest enemies could challenge their severest scrutiny, and make the appeal, “Which of you convinceth me of sin?” He who ere he resigned up bis spirit to his Heavenly Father, could say, “I have finished the work thou gavest me to do." -“Lift up your heads, O ye gates, and be ye lift up, ye
, everlasting doors, and the King of Glory shall come in." “Who is the King of Glory?” Behold the cross,
his name is written there, “Jesus of Nazareth, the King of the Jews.” Around that holy sacrifice, bebold mercy and truth, righteousness and peace, shedding their united and hallowed radiance. He died, the just for the unjust, that he might bring us to God-he descended into the grave, but he arose again-he ascended up on high, and we see him who for a little season was made lower than the angels for the suffering of death, now crowned with glory and with honour, being by the right band of God exalted; we behold him entering into the holy place, but not for himself alone; having obtained eternal redemption for us—“thither the fore-runner is for as entered; even Jesus, made an high-priest for ever, after the order of Melchisedec; (Heb. vi. 20,)-(Melchisedec, King of Salem, Priest of the Most High God, first being by interpretation King of Righteousness, and after that, also King of Salem, which is, King of Peace.) He it is who entering in through the gates of the city, enters not alone—“Open ye the gates that the righteous nation which keepeth the truth may enter in.” (Isaiah xxvi. 2.) “I looked, and lo! a Lamb standing upon Mount Sion, and with him the multitude of his redeemed, having their Father's name written in their foreheads;" they shine as the sun in the kingdom of their Father, for the Sun of Righteousness is ever shining upon them, and they reflect his glory. “Lift up your heads, O ye gates, and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors, and the King of glory shall come in. Who is the King of Glory? Jehovah of Hosts, he is the King of Glory; for this is the name whereby he shall be called, JehovAH OUR RIGHT
ROUSNESS;" and in him, that is, in Christ Jesus, his mediatorial works, offices, and kingdom, is manifested the RIGHTEOUSNESS OF GOD.
HYMNS AND POETICAL RECREATIONS.
Is it impossible ?-There grows a tree
Till the mid-summer's long and brighter day,
Is it impossible? O Thou to whom The present and the future's secrecy Is all alike! Thou who so long Hast heard the prayer thou hast not seem'd to answer! Whisper the secret word, so often heard In that intensest silence when the soul, Unpledg'a by any human sympathy, Drinks up its cup of bitterness alone So often heard amid the loudest noise That earth can make to drown it-giving the lie Alike to its persuasions and its threats, Its fairy promise and ill-omen'd fears Whisper one word of promise to my souby And let it say to me, “The night is long In which the soul has slept an awful sleep, And dreamt delusion mid surrounding truth In vain eternal misery has stood, And clank'd her heavy chain beside the bed, Where fancy, busy with her scheme of life, Lay revelling in the imagery of earthIn vain the minstrelsy of Sion's harp Has warbled round the chaf'd and throbbing brore, As it lay rack'd, and writhing, and amaz'da Amid its spectres of embodied woes But yet"-Ah! yet, O God, if thou wilt speak, That slumbering eye shall open to the light, And see instead of all that it has dreamed, One lasting vision of eternal truth..
A MARINER stood once at even-tide,
Hard by the ocean that was erst his-home The red, round sun was setting in the west,
Glaring portentous of the storm to come.
The sultry, waters slept upon the shore,
Glazed and transparent as some inland lakemma
wag one narrow, darkly-growing streaka
The ship had rais'd her anchor, and had lower'd,
Well knew he why, the gallant sail she bore And every lighter skiff had urg'd her oars,
To make the deep or hover on the shore.
How did he feel, who from the rock beheld
The pathless waters where he used to dwell, And saw the growing of that dark, dark streak,
Omen of dangers he had known so well ?
Doubtless he thought of many ä begone day,
When he had seen a storm like that arise, And read the horrors of the coming night
In the wild aspect of the evening skies
Perhaps he could remember of the cries
He sometime heard upon the midnight air; Mix'd with the restless splashing of a keel,
That when the morning open'd, was not there.
And then he had no cover but the skies,
Whence came the storm, the lightning, and the rain And then he had no firmer resting-place
Than the unstable waters of the main.
How did he feel? Ah! doubtless e'en as he,
Who from the sheltering promise of his God, Where lately he has turned him to repose,
Looks on the tried and troubled world abroad.
The brilliant colouring of its changeful scene,
Still beautiful, but not deceiving now The gathering of its sorrows, waited for
And watched with pensive but untroubled brow
The memory of the days when that false world
Was all his hope, his pleasure, and his stayAnd heaven's fair canopy was nought to him
But a dark menace that o'erhung his way
Oh! 'tis no more to him than the wild glare
Of the portentous sunset, or the roar
Looks on the ocean he shall cross no more.
With beams so pure, and rays so mild;
Is welcome still to sorrow's child.
To gaze on thee, he lifts an aching eye,
As if thou could'st his woes beguile;
And sees thee greet him with a smile.
Poor wretch, the feverish pulse, the bosom's swell,
The wasted form, the haggard stare,
Which yet can reach compassion's ear.
And she would fain assuage the scalding tear,
And heal the deeply rankling wound;
Nor heed the kindest, gentlest sound.
Well, let him raise his melancholy look,
To pensive night's chaste pitying star;
To lift his drooping spirit higher far?
For then, and not till then, shall sweetly rise,
The hope that cannot be o'erthrown,
Loves her own atmosphere alone.
And should his chastened thoughts pursue their way,
Till his firm faith be fixed on heav'n,
The setting sun, a calmer even.
REVIEW OF BOOKS.
Jerusalem Destroyed; or, the History of the Siege
of that City by Titus, abridged from Josephus, with brief Notices of the Jews since their disper