EASTER DAY.

No. III.

ANON.

The Sun of Righteousness appears,

To set in blood no more :
The light which scatters all your fears,

Your rising God, adore !

The saints, when He resign'd His breath,

Unclos'd their sleeping eyes ;
He breaks again the bands of Death,

Again the dead arise.

Alone the dreadful race He ran,

Alone the wine-press trod; He groans, He dies,-behold the Man!

He lives ;-behold the God !

In vain the watch, the stone, the seal,
Forbid the Lord to rise

;
He breaks the gates of death and hell,

And open Paradise !

FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EASTER.

LOGAN.

Behold the Mountain of the Lord

In latter days shall rise,
Shall tower above the meaner hills,

And draw the wondering eyes.
To this the joyful nations round,

All tribes and tongues shall flow : “ Ascend the hill of God,”-they say,

“ And to His temple go!"
The beam that shines on Sion hill

Shall lighten every land,
The King that reigns in Sion's towers

Shall all the world command.

No strife shall vex Messiah's reign,

Or mar the peaceful years ; To ploughshares shall they beat their swords,

To pruning-hooks their spears.
No longer host encountering host

Their millions slain deplore ;
They hang the useless helm on high,

And study war no more.
Come then, oh come from every land,

To worship at His shrine;
And walking in the light of God,

With holy beauty shine.

SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EASTER.

No. I.

PSALM XXIII.-OLD VERSION.

My Shepherd is the living Lord,

I therefore nothing need ;
In pastures fair, near pleasant streams,

He setteth me to feed.

He shall convert and glad my soul,

And bring my mind in frame
To walk in paths of righteousness,

For His most holy name.

Yea, though I walk the vale of Death,

Yet will I fear no ill;
Thy rod and staff they comfort me,

And Thou art with me still.

And, in the presence of my foes,

My table Thou shalt spread:
Thou wilt fill full my cup, and Thou
Anointed hast

my

head.

Through all my life Thy favour is

So frankly shewn to me,
That in Thy house for evermore

My dwelling place shall be.

ANOTHER VERSION OF THE SAME.

No. II.

ADDISON.

The LORD my pasture shall prepare,
And lead me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noon-day walks He shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.

Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My stedfast heart shall fear no ill,
For Thou, O God, art with me still :
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.

Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious, lonely wilds, I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile;
The barren wilderness shall smile
With sudden greens and verdure crown'd,
And streams shall murmur all around.

THIRD SUNDAY AFTER EASTER.

COWPER.

God moves in a mysterious way

His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides

upon

the storm! Deep in unfathomable mines

Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up His great designs,

And works His sovereign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take!
The clouds

ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break

In blessings on your head!
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,

But trust Him for His grace ;
Behind a frowning Providence

He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,

But sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,

And scan His works in vain ;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain!