Chapter XI: Part 11

Hear, Father! hear and aid!
If I have loved too well, if I have shed,
In my vain fondness, o’er a mortal head
Gifts, on Thy shrine, my God, more fitly laid;
If I have sought to live
But in one light, and made a mortal eye
The lonely star of my _idolatry_,
Thou that art Love, oh! pity and forgive!
_Mrs. Hemans._

City of _idol_-temples, and of shrines
Where folly kneels to falsehood--how the pride
Of our humanity is here rebuked!
Man, that aspires to rule the very wind,
And make the sea confess his majesty;
Whose intellect can fill a little scroll
With words that are immortal: who can build
Cities, the mighty and the beautiful:
Yet man,--this glorious creature,--can debase
His spirit down, to worship wood and stone,
And hold the very beasts which bear his yoke,
And tremble at his eye, for sacred things.
With what unutterable humility
We should bow down, thou blessed Cross, to thee,
Seeing our vanity and foolishness,
When, to our own devices left, we frame
A shameful creed of craft and cruelty.
_L. E. L._

If, when the Lord of Glory was in sight,
Thou turn thy back upon that fountain clear,
To bow before the “little drop of light”
Which dim-eyed men call praise and glory here:
What dost thou, but adore the sun, and scorn
Him at whose only word both sun and stars were born?

If while around the gales from Eden breathe,
Thou hide thine eyes, to make thy peevish moan
Over some broken reed of earth beneath,
Some darling of blind fancy, dead and gone,
As wisely might’st thou in Jehovah’s fane
Offer thy love and tears to Thammuz slain.

Turn thee from these, or dare not to inquire
Of Him whose name is Jealous, lest in wrath,
He hear and answer thine unblest desire:
Far better we should cross His lightning’s path,
Than be according to our _idols_ heard,
And God should take us at our vain word.
_Keble._

Before the _idol_-monster was the blood
Of man poured out by man. No mother there
Blessed the fair skies which smiled upon her babe,
But hastened rather, with unnatural hand,
To crush the unfolding life, and turn aside
The dark inheritance of woe and pain,
Ere yet the unconscious victim owned its doom.
_A. Alexander._

And still from Him we turn away,
And fill our hearts with worthless things;
The fires of avarice melt the clay,
And forth the _idol_ springs!
Ambition’s flame, and passion’s heat,
By wondrous alchemy transmute
Earth’s dross, to raise some gilded brute
To fill Jehovah’s seat.
_J. H. Clinch._

_Idol_-worshippers are we,
Bowing evermore heart and knee
Unto stone and unto stock;
Thus the living God we mock.
Who shall say his heart is free
From this foul _idolatry_?
_Egone._

IMAGE.

So God created man in his own _image_, in the _image_ of God created he him; male and female created he them.--Genesis, i. 27.

Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven _image_, or any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth:

Thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve them: for I the Lord thy God am a jealous God.--Exodus, xx. 4, 5.

As we have borne the _image_ of the earthy, we shall also bear the _image_ of the heavenly.--I. Corinthians, xv. 49.

For what had all this all, which man in one,
Did not unite; the earth, air, water, fire,
Life, sense, and spirit; nay, the pow’rful throne
Of the Divinest Essence did retire;
And his own _Image_ into clay inspire;
So that this creature well might called be,
Of the great world the small epitome;
Of the dead world, the life, and small anatome.
_Giles Fletcher._

Thou man Thy _image_ mad’st, in dignity,
In knowledge and in beauty like to Thee;
Placed in a heaven on earth; without his toil,
The ever flourishing and fruitful soil
Unpurchased food produced; all creatures were
His subjects, serving more for love than fear.
_Sandys._

He made us to His _image_ all agree;
That _image_ is the soul, and that must be,
Or not the Maker’s _image_, or be free.
_Dryden._

Outcasts of mortal race! can we conceive
_Image_ of aught delightful, soft, or great.
_Prior._

Poor man! How happy once in thy first state!
When yet but warm from thy great Maker’s hand,
He stamped thee with His _image_, and well pleased,
Smiled on his last fair work!
_Blair._

God spake: He look’d on earth and heaven
With mild and generous eye;
In his own _image_ man he made,
And gave him dignity.
_Krummacher._

IMMORTALITY.

To them who by patient continuance in well doing seek for glory and honour and _immortality_, eternal life.--Romans, ii. 7.

This corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on _immortality_.--I. Corinthians, xv. 53.

Our Saviour Jesus Christ, who hath abolished death, and hath brought life and _immortality_ to light through the gospel.--II. Timothy, i. 10.

_Immortal_ honour, endless fame
Attend the Almighty Father’s name.
_Dryden._

Thy nature, _immortality_! who knows?
And yet who knows it not? It is but life
In stronger thread of brighter colour spun,
And spun for ever, dipt by cruel fate
In Stygian die, how black, how brittle here!
How short our correspondence with the sun!
And while it lasts, Inglorious! Our best deeds,
How wanting in their weight! our highest joys,
Small cordials to support us in our pain,
And give us strength to suffer. But how great
To mingle interests, converse, amities,
With all the sons of reason, scatter’d wide
Through habitable space, wherever born,
Howe’er endowed! To live free citizens
Of universal nature! To lay hold
By more than feeble faith on the Supreme!
To call heaven’s rich unfathomable mines
(Mines, which support archangels in their state,)
Our own! To rise in science as in bliss,
Initiate in the secrets of the skies!
To read creation; read its mighty plan
In the bare bosom of the Deity!
The plan, and execution, to collate!
To see, before each glance of piercing thought,
All cloud, all shadow blown remote; and leave
No mystery--but that of love divine,
Which lifts us on the Seraph’s flaming wing,
From earth’s aceldama, this field of blood,
Of inward anguish, and of outward ill,
From darkness, and from dust, to such a scene!
Love’s element! True joy’s illustrious house!
From earth’s sad contrast (now deplor’d) more fair!
What exquisite vicissitude of fate!
Blest absolution of our blackest hour!
_Young._

Man’s soul _immortal_ is; whilst here they live,
The purest minds for perfect knowledge strive;
Which is the knowledge of that glorious God,
From whom all life proceeds: in this abode
Of flesh, the soul can never reach so high,
So reason tells us. If the soul then die,
When from the body’s bonds she takes her flight,
Her unfulfilled desire is frustrate quite,
And so bestowed in vain! It follows then,
The best desires, unto the best of men,
The Great Creator did in vain dispense,
Or else the soul must live when gone from hence,
And if it live after the body fall,
What reason proves that it must die at all?
_Thomas May._

Strong as the death it masters, is the hope
That onward looks to _immortality_:
Let the frame perish, so the soul survive,
Pure, spiritual, and loving. I believe
The grave exalts, not separates, the ties
That hold us in affection to our kind.
I will look down from yonder pitying sky,
Watching and waiting those I loved on earth;
Anxious in heaven, until they, too, are there.
I will attend your guardian angel’s side
And weep away your faults with holy tears:
Your midnight shall be filled with solemn thought;
And when, at length, death brings you to my love,
Mine the first welcome heard in Paradise.
_Anon._

The sun is but a spark of fire,--
A transient meteor in the sky:
The soul, _immortal_ as its Sire,
Shall never die!
_J. Montgomery._

Prisoners of hope! heirs of eternity!
Waiting for the consummate day, when time
Shall be no more--Why on the past dwell ye?
Prisoners of hope! look to the goal sublime
Of the expanded future, and behold
The flesh redeemed to its _immortal_ prime.
_J. A. Heraud._

Yet know, vain sceptics, know the Almighty mind,
Who breathed on man a portion of His fire,
Bade his free soul, by earth nor time confined,
To Heaven, to _immortality_ aspire.

Nor shall the pile of hope His mercy reared,
By vain philosophy be e’er destroyed:
Eternity, by all or wished or feared,
Shall be, by all, or suffered, or enjoyed.
_William Mason._

Whoe’er thou art, this truth take home,--and think
Two spirits only for thy soul contend,--
The good and bad; but now alone is grace
Imparted; soon thy final sands will fall,
And thou in moral nakedness shalt be
To Devil or to Deity assign’d
Through endless ages!--Oh, that truth immense,
This mortal, _immortality_ shall wear!
The pulse of mind can never cease to play;
By God awaken’d, it for ever throbs,
Eternal as His own eternity!
Above the angels, or below the fiends:
To mount in glory, or in shame descend--
Mankind are destined by resistless doom.
_R. Montgomery._

Beyond the purple verge of infinite space,
The _immortal_ soul of man shall live again;
Live where its glories never more may wane,
And where its nobler memories will efface
All thoughts which rend the solemn’ pall away
That shrouds the meanness of its primal clay.
_H. B. Hirst._

INSPIRATION.

There is a spirit in man: and the _inspiration_ of the Almighty giveth them understanding.--Job, xxxii. 8.

All scripture is given by _inspiration_ of God.--II. Timothy, iii. 16.

O Thou bless’d Spirit: whether the Supreme
Great ante-mundane Father; in whose breast
Embryo creation, unborn being, dwelt,
And all its various revolutions rolled,
Present though future; prior to themselves
Whose breath can blow it into naught again,
Or from His throne some delegated power,
Who studious of our peace, dost turn the thought
From vain and vile to solid and sublime!
Unseen Thou lead’st me to delicious draughts
Of _Inspiration_, from a purer stream,
And fuller of the God, than that which burst
From famed Castalia.
_Young._

We to his high _inspiration_ owe
That what was done before the flood we know.
_Denham._

How precious is the book divine
By _inspiration_ given!
Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine
To guide our souls to heaven.

It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts
In this dark vale of tears;
Life, light, and joy it still imparts,
And quells our rising fears.

This lamp through all the tedious night
Of life shall guide our way,
Till we behold the clearer light
Of an eternal day.
_Fawcett._

On the page of _inspiration_
Lo! the promise of salvation;
May I earnestly inquire,
May the Lord my soul _inspire_
With the love of truth divine,
So to make that promise mine.
_Egone._

INSTRUCTION.

The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge: but fools despise wisdom and _instruction_.

My son, hear the _instruction_ of thy father.--Proverbs, i. 7, 8.

Hear _instruction_, and be wise, and refuse it not.--Proverbs, viii. 33.

He that refuseth _instruction_ despiseth his own soul.--Proverbs, xv. 32.

And chiefly Thou, O Spirit that dost prefer
Before all temples, the upright heart and pure,
_Instruct_ me, for Thou knowest: Thou from the first
Wast present, and with mighty wings outspread
Dove-like sat’st brooding on the vast abyss,
And mad’st it pregnant. What in me is dark,
Illumine; what is low, raise and support;
That to the height of this great argument
I may assert eternal Providence,
And justify the ways of God to men.
_Milton._

From heaven descend the drops of dew,
From heaven the gracious showers,
Earth’s winter aspect to renew,
And clothe the spring with flowers;
From heaven the beams of morning flow,
That melt the gloom of night,
From heaven the evening breezes blow
Health, fragrance, and delight.

Like genial dew, like fertile showers,
The words of wisdom fall,
Awaken man’s unconscious powers,
Strength out of weakness call;
Like morning beams they strike the mind,
In loveliness reveal;
And softer than the evening wind,
The wounded spirit heal.

As dew and rain, as light and air,
From heaven _Instruction_ came,
The waste of nature to repair,
And kindle sacred flame,
A flame to purify the earth,
Exalt her sons on high,
And train them for their second birth--
Their birth beyond the sky.
_J. Montgomery._

INTERCESSION.

He bare the sin of many, and made _intercession_ for the transgressors.--Isaiah, liii. 12.

It is Christ that died, yea rather, that is risen again, who is even at the right hand of God, who also maketh _intercession_ for us.--Romans, viii. 34.

Wherefore he is able also to save them to the uttermost that come unto God by him, seeing he ever liveth to make _intercession_ for them.--Hebrews, vii. 25.

Why gaze the clustered stars on Hermon’s height?
Immensity around--why gaze they there?
On its high top, as farthest up from earth,
Enshrined in darkness and alone, there kneels
The world’s great _Intercessor_. Evening came,
And found Him kneeling there: the rising morn
Lingered awhile upon His upturned brow;
And night passed over Him, and still he kneels;
Till all the air is incense and a prayer,
As He would save the world by prayer alone,
Close clasping the eternal throne,--His voice,
Unheard below, was heard in heaven intent.
_Anon._

With blood--but not his own--the Jew drew near
The mercy-seat, and heaven received his prayer.
Yet still his hope was dimmed by doubt and fear:
“If Thou should’st mark transgression, who might dare
To stand before Thee?” Mercy loves to spare
And pardon, but stern Justice has a voice,
And cries--Our God is holy, nor can bear
Uncleanness in the people of His choice.
But now One Offering, ne’er to be renewed,
Hath made our peace for ever. This now gives
Free access to the Throne of Heavenly Grace,
No more base fear and dark disquietude,
He who was slain--the Accepted Victim!--lives,
And _intercedes_ before the Father’s face.
_Conder._

Lord! there is a throne of grace;
There we now would seek Thy face;
Thou wilt bear the humblest prayer
Of the soul that seeks Thee there.
Saviour, for us _intercede_,
While the promises we plead!
_Cobbin._

ISRAEL.

And he said unto him, What is thy name? And he said, Jacob.

And he said, Thy name shall be called no more Jacob, but _Israel_: for as a prince hast thou power with God and with men, and hast prevailed.--Genesis, xxxii. 27, 28.

Truly God is good to _Israel_.--Psalm lxxiii. 1.

He that keepeth _Israel_ shall neither slumber nor sleep.--Psalm cxxi. 4.

For the Lord will have mercy on Jacob, and will yet choose _Israel_, and set them in their own land.--Isaiah, xiv. 1.

Whilst Pharoah’s pride withstood,
His pools turned poison, and his Nile ran blood,
From whose corrupting channel, moist and warm,
Leaped forth the frogs, a foul, offensive swarm;
No place was sheltered from their loathsome tread,
The festive banquet, nor the bridal bed.
Anon, destructive sweeps the burning hail,
His trees stand branchless, and his furrows fail;
Whilst from the East, devouring locusts rise,
To spoil the pittance spared him by the skies.
But why on each particular token dwell
Of God’s deep wrath, or all His judgments tell?
Enough to add, that _Israel’s_ thraldom ceased,
From Pharaoh’s stubborn hand, by him released.
_William Gibson._

Backsliding _Israel_, hear the voice
Of thy forgiving God;
Nor force such goodness to exert
The terrors of the rod.

Thus saith the Lord--“My mercy flows,
An unexhausted stream;
And after all its millions saved,
Its sway is still supreme.”

Own but the follies thou hast done,
And mourn thy sins in dust,
And soon thy trembling heart shall learn
To hope, and love, and trust.
_Doddridge._

The day of Freedom dawns; rise, _Israel_, from thy tomb.
_Croly._

JEHOVAH.

And God spake unto Moses, and said unto him, I am the Lord:

And I appeared unto Abraham, unto Isaac, and unto Jacob, by the name of God Almighty, but by my name JEHOVAH was I known to them.--Exodus, vi. 2, 3.

That men may know that thou, whose name is JEHOVAH, art the most high over all the earth.--Psalm lxxxiii. 18.

Behold, God is my salvation; I will trust, and not be afraid: for the Lord JEHOVAH is my strength and my song; he also is become my salvation.--Isaiah, xii. 2.

Tell mankind _Jehovah_ reigns;
He shall bind the world in chains,
So as it shall never slide,
And with sacred justice guide.
Let the smiling heavens rejoice,
Joyful earth exalt her voice:
Let the dancing billows roar,
Echoes answer from the shore,
Fields their flowery mantles shake,
All shall in their joy partake;
While the wood-musicians sing
To the ever-youthful spring,
Fill His courts with sacred mirth.
He, He comes to judge the earth.
Justly He the world shall sway,
And His truth to men display.
_Dr. Henry More._

Before _Jehovah’s_ awful throne,
Ye nations bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone,
He can create, and He destroy.

His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men;
And when like wand’ring sheep we stray’d,
He brought us to His fold again.

We’ll crowd His gates with thankful songs,
High as the heavens our voices raise,
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall find thy courts with sounding praise.
_Watts._

Ascribe, ye mighty, to _Jehovah_ might
And glory, victor o’er his enemies--
Give to _Jehovah_ glory in the height,
The glory due unto His name! Adore
Him in the beauty of Holiness aright!

Thy voice, _Jehovah!_ on the waters hoar
Careers; the God of glory thundereth;
_Jehovah_ speaks where many waters roar--
Thy voice, _Jehovah!_ is more strong than death--
Thy powerful voice is full of majesty;
Thy voice o’erthrows the cedar with its breath.
And Lebanon and Sirion before Thee
Skip like a calf, and like a unicorn,
In youth transcilient, and by nature free,--
Thy voice _Jehovah!_ shakes the desert lorn;
_Jehovah_ shakes the wilderness; His voice
Maketh the hinds to calve, the forest-born.

Within His temple shall His sons rejoice,
And all declare His glory. On the sea
He sitteth--hushed is its tempestuous noise--
Behold _Jehovah_ sitteth royally
Upon the calmed flood, eternal Lord:
And strength unto His people giveth He,
And them with peace and blessing hath restored.
_J. A. Heraud._

The name of _Jehovah_ defend thee!
For He from His dwelling above,
Shall hear thee in trouble, and send thee
The might of His covenant love.
His rod of dread powers
Shall bind with sweet flowers,
In the ark of His covenant love.

Then kneel; for the prayer of the lowly
As incense, all odour shall be,
In the cloud of the holocaust holy,
That pleads in His presence for thee.
His word, like strong mountains,
Still shed forth the fountains
Of strength from His presence for thee.
_Waring._

JERUSALEM.

_Jerusalem_ is builded as a city that is compact together.--Psalm cxxii. 3.

O _Jerusalem, Jerusalem_, thou that killest the prophets, and stonest them which are sent unto thee, how often would I have gathered thy children together, even as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings, and ye would not!

Behold, your house is left unto you desolate.--Matthew, xxiii. 37, 38.

_Jerusalem_ shall be trodden down of the Gentiles, until the time of the Gentiles be fulfilled.--Luke, xxi. 24.

But ye are come unto Mount Sion, and unto the city of the living God, the heavenly _Jerusalem_, and to an innumerable company of angels.--Hebrews, xii. 22.

_Jerusalem_, that place divine,
The vision of sweet peace is named,
In heaven her glorious turrets shine,
Her walls of living stones are framed;
While angels guard her on each side,
Fit company for such a bride.

She, decked in new attire, from heaven,
Her wedding-chamber, now descends,
Prepared in marriage to be given
To Christ, on whom her joy depends.
Her walls wherewith she is enclosed,
And streets are of pure gold composed.

The gates adorn’d with pearls most bright,
The way to hidden glory show,
And thither by the blessed might
Of faith in Jesus’ merits go
All those who are on earth distress’d,
Because they have Christ’s name profess’d.

These stones the workmen dress and beat,
Before they throughly polish’d are,
Then each in his own proper seat,
Established by the builder’s care,
In this fair frame to stand for ever,
So join’d, that them no power can sever.
_Drummond._

The signs are full, and never shall the sun
Shine on the cedar roofs of Salem more:
Her tale of splendour now is done;
Her wine-cup of festivity is spilt,
And all is o’er--her grandeur and her guilt.
Oh, fair and favoured city, where of old,
The balmy airs were rich with melody,
That led her pomp beneath the cloudless sky
In vestments flaming with the orient gold;
Her gold is dim, and mute her music’s voice,
The heathen o’er her perish’d pomp rejoice!
How stately then was every palm-deck’d street
Down which the maidens danced with tinkling feet!
How proud the elders in the lofty gate!
How crowded all her nation’s solemn feasts
With white-robed Levites, and high-mitred priests;
How gorgeous her temple’s sacred state!
Her streets are razed, her maidens sold for slaves,
Her gates thrown down, her elders in their graves;
Her feasts are holden ’mid the Gentile’s scorn,
By stealth her priesthood’s holy garments worn.
_Milman._

_Jerusalem!_ alas! alas! of old,
Deaf to whate’er prophetic seers foretold,
Assailing all, whom Heaven, in mercy sent
And murdering those that warned thee to repent!
Thou, the world’s Saviour who suspendedst high,
His works reviled, and mocked His agony,
How oft hath God, still gracious, striven to bring
Thy devious brood beneath His sheltering wing,
To save thee from the hovering eagle’s power,
And shield the unequalled misery of this hour!
But no! thou would’st not! thence this signal fate!
Thence art thou fallen! deserted! desolate!
_William Gibson._

_Jerusalem!_ my happy home!
Name ever dear to me;
When shall my labours have an end
In joy, and peace, and thee?

When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls
And pearly gates behold?
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?
_Dickson._

JESUS.

And thou shalt call his name JESUS; for he shall save his people from their sins.--Matthew, i. 21.

But we see JESUS, who was made a little lower than the angels, for the suffering of death, crowned with glory and honour; that he by the grace of God should taste death for every man.--Hebrews, ii. 9.

Whosoever shall confess that JESUS is the Son of God, God dwelleth in him, and he in God.--I. John, iv. 15.

To Thee, O _Jesu_, I direct my eyes,
To Thee my hands, to Thee my humble knees;
To Thee my heart shall offer sacrifice,
To Thee my thoughts, who my thoughts only sees;
To Thee myself, myself and all I give,
To Thee I die, to Thee I only live.
_Sir Walter Raleigh._

_Jesus_, I love Thy charming name,
’Tis music in my ear;
Fain would I sound it out so loud
That earth and heaven should hear.

Yes, thou art precious to my soul,
My transport and my trust;
Jewels to Thee are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.

All my capacious powers can wish,
In Thee doth richly meet:
Nor to mine eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet,

Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,
And sheds its fragrance there;
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.

I’ll speak the honours of Thy name
With my last labouring breath;
Then, speechless, clasp Thee in my arms,
The antidote of death.
_Doddridge._

O God, of good the unfathomed sea!
Who would not give his heart to Thee?
Who would not love Thee with his might?
O _Jesu_, Lover of mankind!
Who would not his whole soul and mind,
With all his strength, to Thee unite;

Hell’s armies tremble at Thy nod,
And, trembling, own th’ Almighty God,
Sovereign of earth, hell, air, and sky:
But who is this that comes from far,
Whose garments roll’d in blood appear?
’Tis God made man, for man to die.
_Wesley._

Weary souls that wander wide,
From the central point of bliss,
Turn to _Jesus_ crucified,
Fly to those dear wounds of His,
Sink into the purple flood--rise into the life of God.
_Wesley._

_Jesus_ shall reign where’er the sun
Does his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
’Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
_Watts._

_Jesus_, in Thy transporting name
What blissful glories rise!
_Jesus_ the angels’ sweetest theme!
The wonder of the skies!

Well might the skies with wonder view
A love so strange as thine,
No thought of angels ever knew
Compassion so divine.
_Steele._

We know that “He will save us” Lord,
If we on Him depend,
_Jesus_, the true and living word,
The sinner’s only friend.
May He be ours, in life and death,
_Jesus_ enthroned above,
And may we with our latest breath
Adore redeeming love!
_J. Burbidge._

JEWS.

The Lord shall establish thee an holy people unto himself, as He hath sworn unto thee, if thou shalt keep the commandments of the Lord thy God, and walk in His ways.

And all people of the earth shall see that thou art called by the name of the Lord; and they shall be afraid of thee.

But it shall come to pass, if thou wilt not hearken unto the voice of the Lord thy God, to observe to do all his commandments and his statutes, * * * thou shalt become an astonishment, a proverb and a bye-word, among all nations whither the Lord shall lead thee.--Deuteronomy, xxviii. 9, 10, 15, 37.

Salvation is of the _Jews_.--John, iv. 22.

He is not a _Jew_, which is one outwardly; neither is that circumcision which is outward in the flesh;

But he is a _Jew_, which is one inwardly; and circumcision is that of the heart, in the spirit, and not in the letter, whose praise is not of men but of God.--Romans, ii. 28, 29.

What advantage then hath the _Jew_, or what profit is there in circumcision? Much every way: chiefly, because that unto them were committed the oracles of God.--Romans, iii. 1, 2.

They, and they only, amongst all mankind,
Received the transcript of the Eternal Mind;
Were trusted with His own engraven laws,
And constituted guardians of His cause;
Theirs were the prophets, theirs the priestly call,
And theirs, by birth, the Saviour of us all.
_Cowper._

Thrice happy nation! Favourite of Heaven!
Selected from the kingdoms of the earth
To be His chosen race, ordained to spread
His glory through remotest realms, and teach
The Gentile world Jehovah’s awful name.
_William Hodson._

That people once
So famed, whom God Himself vouchsafed to call
His chosen race, and with a guardian hand
Deigned to protect, from Palestine exiled,
Are doomed to wander; although scattered thus
Through all the globe, there is no clime which they
Can call their own, no country where their laws
Hold sovereign rule. Irrefragable proof,
That every oracle of Holy Writ
Was given by Heaven itself!
_Samuel Hayes._

JORDAN.

And Lot lifted up his eyes and beheld all the plain of _Jordan_, that it was well watered every where.--Genesis, xiii. 10.

If thou hast run with the footmen, and they have wearied thee, then how canst thou contend with horses? and if in the land of peace wherein thou trustedst, they wearied thee, then how wilt thou do in the swelling of _Jordan_.--Jeremiah, xii. 5.

Then went out to him Jerusalem and all Judea and all the region round about _Jordan_.

And were baptized of him in _Jordan_ confessing their sins.--Matthew, iii. 5, 6.

The waters slept. Night’s silvery veil hung low
On _Jordan’s_ bosom, and the eddies curled
Their glassy rings beneath it, like the still,
Unbroken beatings of the sleeper’s pulse.
The reeds bent down the stream: the willow leaves,
With a soft cheek upon the lulling tide,
Forgot the lifting winds; and the long stems,
Whose flowers the water, like a gentle nurse,
Bears on its bosom, quietly gave way
And leaned in graceful attitudes, to rest.
How strikingly the course of nature tells
By its light heed of human suffering
That it was fashioned for a happier world.
_N. P. Willis._

Christian, behold the typic shade
Of that dim path prepared for thee--
Behold, in _Jordan’s_ tide displayed,
Death’s overflowing sea.
But if thou still hast kept the Ark
Of God before thee as a mark,
Fear not the troubled waters dark,
Howe’er they rage, and chafe, and roar;
On that mysterious voyage embark,
And God will guide thee o’er.
_J. H. Clinch._

When I tread the banks of _Jordan_
May my soul no tremblings know;
Be my Saviour near to guide me,
And uphold me as I go
Through the waters,
Fearing not their overflow.
_Egone._

JOY.

Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of _joy_; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.--Psalm xvi. 11.

Weeping may endure for a night, but _joy_ cometh in the morning.--Psalm xxx. 5.

And ye now therefore have sorrow: but I will see you again, and your heart shall rejoice, and your _joy_ no man taketh from you.--John, xvi. 22.

What nothing earthly gives, or can destroy,
The soul’s calm sunshine, and the heartfelt _joy_.
_Pope._

A Deity believed, is _joy_ begun;
A Deity adored, is _joy_ advanced;
A Deity beloved, is _joy_ matured.
Each branch of piety delight inspires.
_Young._

Words of eternal truth proclaim
All mortal _joys_ are vain;
A diamond pen engraves the theme
Upon a mortal pane.
_Watts._

When on some balmy-breathing night of spring
The happy child to whom the world is new,
Pursues the evening moth of mealy wing,
Or from the heath-bell shakes the sparkling dew,
He sees before his inexperienced eyes,
The brilliant glow-worm like a meteor shine
On the turf-bank, surprised, and pleased, he cries
“Star of the dewy grass! I make thee mine.”
Then, ere he sleeps, collects the moistened flower,
And bids soft leaves his glittering prize unfold,
And dreams that fairy lamps illume his bower;
But in the morning shudders to behold
His shining treasure viewless as the dust;
So fade the world’s bright _joys_ to cold and blank disgust.
_Charlotte Smith._

I see a forest, dark, dim, deep, and dread,
Whose solemn shades no human foot or eye
Can penetrate; but now, oh see! a veil
Falls from my strengthened eyes; and now
Even in its deepest centre I behold
A spot more beautiful than human heart
Can comprehend; it is the home of _Joy_,
And there the blessed spirit broods for ever,
Making her dwelling-place a heaven: there
The skies are pure as crystal, and the eye
Looks through their clear expanse direct to God.
No sun is there; the air itself is light
And life; a rainbow spans it like a crown
Of tearless glory, and the forest trees
Sweep round it in a belt of living green.
Colour, that wayward sprite of changeful mien,
Is here subdued to an intensity
Of burning lustre. Sound has but one voice,
And that _joyous_ song; sight but one object,
And that is happiness; mine eyes are strained
To catch the lineaments of the bright queen,
Whose dwelling-place I see; but ’tis in vain;
Nowhere distinct, yet felt in all, she glides,
A shape of light and colour through the air,
Making its pure transparency to thrill
With the soft music of her viewless step.
_C. L. Reddel._

Christ had His _joys_--but they were not
The _joys_ the son of pleasure boasts--
O, no! ’twas when His Spirit sought
Thy will, Thy glory, God of hosts!
Christ had His _joys_--and so hath he,
Who feels His Spirit in his heart;
Who yields, O God, his all to Thee,
And loves Thy name, for what thou art!
_Anon._

_Joy_ dwells not in external things,
It hath an inner birth;
The sweetest bird in darkness sings,
And fairest flowers oft nurture stings,--
Such is our life on earth.

Then measure not by outward show
The depth of real _joy_;
The heart can o’er the darkest woe
A stream of sunlight softly throw,
Or purest bliss destroy.
_W. J. Brock._

JUDAH.

When Israel went out of Egypt, the house of Jacob from a people of strange language;

_Judah_ was his sanctuary and Israel his dominion.--Psalm cxiv. 1, 2.

_Judah_ shall dwell for ever, and Jerusalem from generation to generation.--Joel, iii. 20.

It is evident that our Lord sprang out of _Judah_.--Hebrews, vii. 14.

_Judah!_ thou art he whom thy brethren shall praise,
Thy hand shall be on the neck of thine enemies:
Thy father’s children shall bow down before thee.
_Judah_ is a lion’s whelp!
From the prey, my son, thou art gone up:
He stooped down, he crouched as a lion,
And as an old lion; who shall rouse him up?
The sceptre shall not depart from _Judah_,
Nor a lawgiver from between his feet,
Until Shiloh come,
And unto him shall the gathering of the people be.
_Jacob’s Benediction of Judah_, Genesis, xlix. 8, 9, 10.
_Dr. Caunter’s Metrical Arrangement._

O, Thou, the Shepherd of Thy flock,
Who led’st Thy people through the wave,
And gav’st them water from the rock,
And bar’dst thine arm in might to save:--
Hear Thou the strain our hearts prolong--
List--list the suppliant captive’s cry--
O, when shall cease the mournful song,
O, when shall _Judah’s_ tears be dry?
_C. W. Everest._

For yet the tenfold film shall fall
O, _Judah_, from thy sight,
And every eye be purged to read
Thy testimonies right,
When thou, with all Messiah’s signs
In Christ distinctly seen,
Shall, by Jehovah’s nameless name,
Invoke the Nazarene.
_William Crosswell._

JUDGE--JUDGMENT.

The Lord loveth _judgment_.--Psalm xxxvii. 28.

Hear my prayer, O Lord, give ear to my supplications.

And enter not into _judgment_ with thy servant: for in thy sight shall no man living be justified.--Psalm cxliii. 1, 2.

_Judge_ not, that ye be not _judged_.--Matthew, vii. 1.

We shall all stand before the _judgment_-seat of Christ.

Let us not therefore _judge_ one another any more, but _judge_ this rather, that no man put a stumbling-block, or an occasion to fall, in his brother’s way.--Romans, xiv. 10, 13.

He should be born grey-headed, that will bear
The sword of empire: _judgment_ of the life,
Free state, and reputation of a man,
If he be just and worthy, dwells so dark,
That it denies access to sun and moon;
The soul’s eye, sharpen’d with that sacred light
Of whom the sun itself is but a beam,
Must only give that _judgment_. O how much
Err those kings then that play with life and death,
And nothing put into their serious states
But humour and their lusts! For which alone
Men long for kingdoms, whose huge counterpoise
In cares and dangers, could a fool comprise,
He would not be a king, but would be wise.
_Chapman._

The day of Christ; the last, the dreadful day;
When thou and I, and all the world, shall come
Before His _judgment_-seat, to bear their doom
For ever and for ever; and when they
Who loved not God, far, far from Him away
Shall go;--but whither banished? and with whom?--
And they who loved Him shall be welcomed home
To God, and Christ, and Heaven, and Heaven’s array,
Angels and saints made perfect--may the scene
Of that dread day be always present here--
Here in my heart! That every day between,
Which brings my passage to the goal more near,
May find me fitter, by His love made clean,
Before His throne of justice to appear.
_Bishop Mant._

Then, all Thy saints assembled, Thou shalt _judge_
Bad men and angels; they, arraigned, shall sink
Beneath Thy sentence: Hell, her numbers full,
Thenceforth shall be for ever shut. Meanwhile
The world shall burn, and from her ashes spring
New Heaven and Earth, wherein the just shall dwell,
And after all their tribulations long,
See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds,
With joy and love triumphing, and fair truth.
Then Thou Thy regal sceptre shalt lay by,
For regal sceptre thee no more shall need,
God shall be All in All.
_Milton._

The world is grown old, and her pleasures are past;
The world is grown old, and her form may not last;
The world is grown old, and trembles for fear,
For sorrows abound, and _judgment_ is near!

The sun in the heaven is languid and pale;
And feeble and few are the fruits of the vale;
And the hearts of the nations fail them for fear,
For the world is grown old, and _judgment_ is near!

The king on his throne, the bride in her bower,
The children of pleasure all feel the sad hour;
The roses are faded, and tasteless the cheer;
For the world is grown old, and _judgment_ is near!

The world is grown old, but should we complain
Who have tried her, and know that her promise is vain;
Our heart is in heaven, our home is not here,
And we look for our crown when _judgment_ is near.
_Bishop Heber._

From Adam to his youngest heir,
Not one shall ’scape that muster-roll;
Each, as if he alone were there,
Shall stand, and win, or lose his soul:
These from the Judge’s presence, go
Down into everlasting woe;
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;
The mediatorial reign complete,
All things are put beneath His feet.
_James Montgomery._

Time
Hath functions awful and sublime,
And on its viewless lapse are traced
Stern chronicles of all the past,
A writing every sunset laid,
While heaven is still within the shade
Of Christ’s high throne, one day to be
A part of the solemnity
And pomp of _judgment_, endless Woe,
Or endless Weal! to some a show
Of fiery ciphers, symbols dread,
Of unchaste things unpardoned.

* * * * *

And some there are to whom that scroll
Sad record still, may yet unroll
A fairer vision, dark and bright,
Like dawn o’er-mastering tardy night
In dubious streaks, with here and there
A firm and radiant character,
To angels’ eyes not new, but known
And recognised the _Judge’s_ own.
_Frederic W. Faber._

The _judgment_! the _judgment_! the thrones are all set,
Where the Lamb and the white-vested Elders are met!
All flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord,
And the doom of eternity hangs on His word!

O mercy! O mercy! look down from above,
Creator! on us thy sad children, with love!
When beneath, to their darkness, the wicked are driven,
May our sanctified souls find a mansion in Heaven!
_H. H. Milman._

JUSTICE.

Shall mortal man be more _just_ than God? Shall a man be more pure than his Maker.--Job, iv. 17.

Touching the Almighty, we cannot find him out: he is excellent in power, and in judgment and in plenty of _justice_.--Job, xxxvii. 23.

_Justice_ and judgment are the habitation of Thy throne.--Psalm lxxxix. 14.

To do _justice_ and judgment is more acceptable to the Lord than sacrifice.--Proverbs, xxi. 3.

Whoso upon himself will take the skill
True _justice_ unto people to divide,
Has need have mighty hands for to fulfil
That which he doth with righteous doom decide,
And for to maister wrong and puissant pride;
For vain it is to deem of things aright,
And make wrong doers _justice_ to deride,
Unless it be performed with dreadless might;
For power is the right hand of _justice_ truly hight.
_Spenser._

A _just_ man cannot fear,
Not, though the malice of traducing tongues,
The open vastness of a tyrant’s ear,
The senseless rigour of the wrested laws,
Or the red eyes of strain’d authority,
Should, in a point meet all to take his life,
His innocence is armour ’gainst all these.
_Ben Jonson._

The words of Heaven, on whom it will, it will;
On whom it will not, so; yet still ’tis _just_.
_Shakspere._

His life is parallel’d
Even with the stroke and line of his great _justice_;
He doth with holy abstinence subdue
That in himself, which he spurs on his power
To qualify in others; where he meal’d
With that which he corrects, than where he tyrannous;
But this being so, he’s _just_.
_Shakspere._

Heaven’s king
Keeps register of every thing,
And nothing may we use in vain;
Ev’n beasts must be with _justice_ slain.
_Marvell._

Well, then, my soul, joy in the midst of pain;
Thy Christ, that conquered hell, shall from above
With greater triumph yet return again
And conquer His own _justice_ with His love.
Commanding earth and seas to render those
Unto His bliss for whom he paid His woes.
_Wotton._

So sure the fall of greatness raised on crimes!
So fixed the _justice_ of all-conscious Heaven!
When haughty guilt exalts with impious joy,
Mistake shall blast, or accident destroy;
Weak man, with erring rage, may throw the dart,
But Heaven shall guide it to the guilty heart.
_Dr. Johnson._

Say, how can man be _justified_ by God?
Thy vaults eternity would echo. How?
But from the cross, responding grace replies
To this high question. Faith in Christ is life
And Love and Righteousness. Completely fit
To each vast claim of violated law.
_R. Montgomery._

The Sun of _Justice_ may withdraw his beams
Awhile from earthly ken, and sit concealed
In dark recess pavilioned round with clouds:
Yet let not guilt presumptuous rear her crest,
Nor virtue droop despondent: soon these clouds,
Seeming eclipse, will brighten into day,
And in majestic splendour He will rise,
With healing and with terror on His wings.
_George Bally._

Peace to the _just_ man’s memory,--let it grow
Greener with years, and blossom through the flight
Of ages; let the mimic canvas show
His calm benevolent features; let the light
Stream on his deeds of love, that shunned the sight
Of all but heaven, and, in the book of fame,
The glorious record of his virtues write,
And hold it up to men, and bid them claim
A palm like his, and catch from him the hallowed flame.
_W. C. Bryant._

KINDNESS.

Blessed be the Lord: for he hath shewed me his marvellous _kindness_.--Psalm xxxi. 21.

Rend your heart, and not your garments, and turn unto the Lord your God: for he is gracious and merciful, slow to anger, and of great _kindness_.--Joel, ii. 13.

Be _kindly_ affectioned one to another with brotherly love; in honour preferring one another.--Romans, xii. 10.

Be ye _kind_ one to another, tender-hearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ’s sake hath forgiven you.--Ephesians, iv. 32.

The poorest poor
Long for some moments in a weary life,
When they can know and feel that they have been
Themselves the fathers and the dealers out
Of some small blessings--have been _kind_
To such as needed _kindness_; for this single cause,
That we have all of us a human heart.
_Wordsworth._

Awake, my soul, in joyful lays,
And sing thy great Redemer’s praise;
He justly claims a song from me,
His loving-_kindness_ O how free!

He saw me ruined in the fall,
Yet loved me notwithstanding all:
He saved me from my lost estate,
His loving-_kindness_ O how great!

Often I feel my sinful heart
Prone from my Jesus to depart;
But, though I have Him oft forgot,
His loving-_kindness_ changes not.

Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale;
Soon all my mortal powers shall fail:
O may my last expiring breath
His loving-_kindness_ sing in death!

Then let me mount and soar away
To the bright world of endless day:
And sing with rapture and surprise,
His loving-_kindness_ in the skies.
_Medley._

As from the bosom of her mystic fountains,
Nile’s sacred water windeth to the main,
Flooding each vale embosom’d ’mong the mountains,
From far Alata’s fields to Egypt’s plain:
So from the bosom of the Fount of Love,
A golden stream of sympathy is gushing;
And winding, first through intellect above,
Then through each vale of mortal mind is rushing;
Sweeping the heart of iceberg and of storm,
Purging humanity of every blindness,
Melting all spirits earthly into one,
And leaving holiness and joy--’tis _Kindness_.
_D. K. Lee._

Meanwhile as we idly rave,
Thousands hasten to the grave;
No _kind_ voice their footsteps guides
To the home where truth abides;
Tones of truth within them stirred,
Meet with no _kind_ answering word.
_J. Gostick._

Be _kind_ to each other!
The night’s coming on,
When friend and when brother
Perchance may be gone.
Then, ’midst our dejection,
How sweet to have earn’d
The blest recollection
Of _kindness_ return’d!
When day hath departed,
And Memory keeps
The watch, broken-hearted,
Where all the loved sleeps,
Let falsehood assail not,
Nor envy disprove;
Let trifles prevail not
Against those ye love.
Nor change with to-morrow
Should fortune take wing,
But the deeper the sorrow
The closer still cling.
Oh, be _kind_ to each other,
For night’s coming on,
When friend and when brother
Perchance may be gone.
_Anon._

KING.

The Lord is _King_ for ever and ever.--Psalm x. 16.

Lift up your heads, O ye gates; even lift them up, ye everlasting doors; and the _King_ of glory shall come in.

Who is this _King_ of glory? The Lord of hosts, he is the _King_ of glory.--Psalm xxiv. 9, 10.

The _King_ that faithfully judgeth the poor, his throne shall be established for ever.--Proverbs, xxix. 14.

Fear God. Honour the _King_.--I. Peter, ii. 17.

The _king_-becoming graces
Are justice, verity, temperance, stableness,
Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness,
Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude.
_Shakspere._

O take heed, sir,
Saints stand upon heaven’s silver battlements,
When _kings_ make vows, and lay their listening ears
To princes’ protestations.
_R. Davenport._

The silver trumpet’s heavenly call
Sounds for the poor, but sounds alike for all;
_Kings_ are invited, and, would _kings_ obey,
No slaves on earth more welcome were than they;
But royalty, nobility, and state,
Are such a dead preponderating weight,
That endless bliss, how strange soe’er it seem,
In counterpoise flies up, and kicks the beam.
_Cowper._

There’s not a leaf within the bower;
There’s not a bird upon the tree;
There’s not a dew-drop on the flower;
But leaves the impress Lord of Thee.

Thy hand the varied leaf designed,
And gave the bird its thrilling tone;
Thy power the dew-drop’s tints combined,
Till like the diamond’s blaze they shone.

Yes, dew-drops, leaves, and buds, and all,
The smallest, like the greatest things;
The sea’s vast space, the earth’s wide hall,
Alike proclaim Thee _King_ of _Kings_.
_Mrs. Opie._

KINGDOM.

The Lord hath prepared his throne in the heavens; and his _kingdom_ ruleth over all.--Psalm ciii. 19.

Thy _kingdom_ come.--Matthew, vi. 10.

Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the _kingdom_ prepared for you from the foundation of the world.--Matthew, xxv. 34.

Jesus answered, My _kingdom_ is not of this world: if my _kingdom_ were of this world, then would my servants fight; that I should not be delivered to the Jews: but now is my _kingdom_ not from hence.--John, xviii. 36.

And there were great voices in heaven, saying, The _kingdoms_ of this world are become the _kingdoms_ of our Lord, and of his Christ and he shall reign for ever and ever.--Revelation, xi. 15.

“His _kingdom_ come!” For this we pray in vain,
Unless He does in our affections reign.
How fond it were to wish for such a King,
And no obedience to His sceptre bring,
Whose yoke is easy, and His burthen light;
His service freedom, and His judgments right.
_Waller._

_Kingdoms_ and thrones to God belong;
Crown Him, ye nations, in your song;
His wondrous names and powers rehearse,
His honours shall enrich your verse.

Proclaim Him King, pronounce Him blest;
He’s your defence, your joy, your rest:
When terrors rise, and nations faint,
God is the strength of every saint.
_Watts._

Thy _kingdom_ come! and shall we dare
With lips unhallowed breathe that prayer?
With hearts unsanctified within,
How can we ever hope to win
A place or _kingdom_ such as Thine,
Where all is holy and benign?
Send down Thy spirit, Lord, and bless
The prayer we falteringly express:
Oh, give us grace, and give us power,
To wait with confidence the hour
When we shall in thy _kingdom_ be,
And dwell to all eternity.
_Egone._

KNOWLEDGE.

Shall any teach God _knowledge_?--Job, xxi. 22.

He that teacheth man _knowledge_, shall not he _know_?

The Lord _knoweth_ the thoughts of man, that they are vanity.--Psalm xciv. 10, 11.

Wise men lay up _knowledge_.--Proverbs, x. 14.

Many shall run to and fro, and _knowledge_ shall be increased.--Daniel, xii. 4.

According as his divine power hath given unto us all things that pertain unto life and godliness, through the _knowledge_ of him that hath called us to glory and virtue.--II. Peter, i. 3.

O Lord! in me there lieth nought,
But to Thy search revealed lies;
For when I sit
Thou markest it,
No less Thou notest when I rise;
Yea, closest closet of my thought
Hath open windows to Thine eyes.

Thou walkest with me when I walk,
When to my bed for rest I go,
I find Thee there,
And every where;
Not youngest thought in me doth grow,
No, not one word I cast to talk,
But yet unuttered thou dost _know_.

To shun Thy notice, leave Thine eye,
O whither might I take my way?
To starry sphere?
Thy throne is there.
To dead men’s undelightsome stay?
There is Thy walk, and there to lie
_Unknown_, in vain I should essay.

O sun! whom light nor flight can match,
Suppose Thy lightful, flightful wings
Thou lend to me,
And I could flee,
As far as Thee the evening brings;
Ev’n led to west He would me catch,
Nor should I lurk with western things.

Do thou thy best, O secret night
In sable vail to cover me;
The sable vail
Shall vainly fail:
With day unmask’d my night shall be:
For night is day, and darkness light,
O Father of all lights to Thee.
_Countess of Pembroke._

Almighty Being,
Cause and support of all things, can I view
These objects of my wonder: can I feel
These fine sensations, and not think of Thee?
Thou who dost through th’eternal round of time,
Dost through th’ immensity of space exist
Alone, shalt Thou excluded be
From this Thy universe? Shall feeble man
Think it beneath his proud philosophy
To call for Thy assistance, and pretend
To frame a world, who cannot frame a clod?
Not to _know_ Thee, is not to _know_ ourselves--
Is to _know_ nothing--worth the care
Of man’s exalted spirit.
_Stillingfleet._

O for the coming of that glorious time
When, prizing _knowledge_ as her noblest wealth
And best protection, this imperial realm,
While she exacts allegiance, shall admit
An obligation, on her part, to teach
Them who are born to serve her and obey;
Binding herself by statute to secure
For all the children whom her soil maintains,
The rudiments of letters, and inform
The mind with moral and religious truth,
Both understood and practised,--so that none,
However destitute, be left to droop
By culture unsustained; or run
Into a wild disorder: or be forced
To drudge through a weary life without the help
Of intellectual implements and tools;
A savage horde among the civilized,
A servile band among the lordly free.
_Wordsworth._

What hast thou, Man, that thou dar’st call thine own?
What is there in thee, Man, that can be known?--
Dark fluxion, all unfixable by thought,
Vain sister of the worm,--life, death, soul, clod--
Ignore thyself, and strive to _know_ thy God!
_Coleridge._

What is true _knowledge_? is it with keen eye
Of lucre’s sons to thread the mazy way?
Is it of civil rights, and royal sway,
And wealth political, the depth to try?
Is it to delve the earth, to soar the sky?
To marshal nations, tribes in just array;
To mix, and analyze, and mete, and weigh
Her elements, and all her powers descry?
These things, who will may _know_ them, if to _know_
Breed not vain glory; but, o’er all, to scan
God in His works, and word shown forth below,
Creation’s wonders; and Redemption’s plan
Whence came we; what to do, and whither go;
This is true _knowledge_, and the whole of man.
_Bishop Mant._

Let him stand who will on the giddy height
Of the palace-top in his pride of place!
In a humbler home may my heart delight,
Where my couch is low, and my pillow,--peace.

Be it _known_ to few how my life flows on,
As I silent sail on its noiseless tide!
When its days and years are expired and gone,
Let my record be that,--I lived and died!

For sadly he meets the stroke of death,
(At the ends of earth though his name be _known_,)
Who laments, when yielding his final breath,
That he’s _known_ to all but himself alone.
_Mordaunt Barnard._

View all around the works of Power Divine,
Inquire, explore, admire, extol, resign;
This is the whole of human kind below;
’Tis only given beyond the grave to _know_.
_W. Hamilton._