10 THE hour when this material
Shall have vanished like a cloud!
And amid the wide ethereal
All the invisible shall crowd!
And the naked soul, surrounded
By realities unknown,
Triumphs in the view unbounded,
Feels herself with God alone!
2 Angels! let the anxious stranger
In your tender care be blest;
Hoping, waiting, free from danger,
Till the trumpet end her rest;
Till the trump which shakes creation
Through the circling heavens shall roll,
Till the day of consummation,
Till the bridal of the soul !
3 Can I trust a fellow-being?
Can I trust an angel's care?
O thou merciful all-seeing,
Guide me by thy presence there!
Jesus blessed Mediator!
Thou the airy path hast trod.
Thou, the judge, the consummator,
Shepherd of the fold of God!
4 Blessed fold! no foe can enter,
And no friend departeth thence;
Jesus is their sun, their centre,
And their shield Omnipotence!
Blessed, for the Lamb shall feed them,
And their tears shall wipe away,
To the living fountain lead them,
Till fruition's perfect day!
that day of wonder!
Louder thunders shake the skies!
Hades' gates are burst asunder!
See the new-clothed myriads rise!
Thought, repress thy weak endeavor,
Here must reason prostrate fall ·
O the ineffable forever,
And the eternal all in all !
The Emage of the Earthy.
1 0, MEAN may seem this house of clay
Yet 't was the Lord's abode ;
Our feet may mourn this thorny way,
Yet here Emmanuel trod.
2 This fleshly robe the Lord did wear,
This watch the Lord did keep,
These burdens sore the Lord did bear,
These tears the Lord did weep.
3 This world the Master overcame,
This death the Lord did die;
O, vanquished world! O, glorious shame!
O, hallowed agony !
4 O vale of tears, no longer sad,
Wherein the Lord did dwell!
O, holy robe of flesh that clad
Our own Emanuel!
5 Our very frailty brings us near
Unto the Lord of heaven;
To every grief, to every tear,
Such glory strange is given.
The Emage of the Heavenly.
1 'Tis not this fleshly robe alone
Shall link us, Lord, to thee;
Not always in the tear and groan
Shall the dear kindred be.
2 Thou to our woe who down didst come,
Who one with us wouldst be,
Wilt lift us to thy heavenly home,
Wilt make us one with thee.
3 Our earthly garments thou hast worn,
And we thy robes shall wear;
Our mortal burdens thou hast borne,
And we thy bliss may bear!
4 O, mighty grace, our life to live,
To make our earth divine!
O, mighty grace, thy heaven to give,
And lift our life to thine!
5 O strange the gifts, and marvellous,
By thee received and given !
Thou tookest woe and death from us,
And we receive thy heaven.
1 WATCHMAN! tell us of the night;
What its signs of promise are.
Traveller! o'er yon mountain's height
See that glory-beaming star!
Watchman! does its beauteous ray
Aught of hope or joy foretell?
Traveller yes; it brings the day,
Promised day of Israel!
2 Watchman! tell us of the night;
Higher yet that star ascends.
Traveller! blessedness and light,
Peace and truth, its course portends.
Watchman! will its beams alone
Gild the spot that gave them birth?
Traveller! ages are its own:
See! it bursts o'er all the earth.
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