A voice from heaven proclaim'd, - ." "Tis done!"
Then, like a homeward ray of light
From the last planet to the sun,

I darted through the abyss of night.

Till He put forth his hand, to meet
Mine, grasping at infinity;

He caught me, set me on my feet;
I fell at his in ecstasy.

What follow'd, human tongue in vain
Would question language to disclose:
Enough,- that I was born again;
From death to life that hour I rose.

PART III.

RESTITUTION.

I built once more, but on a rock
(Faith's strong foundation firm and sure)
Fix'd mine abode, the heaviest shock
Of time and tempest to endure.

Not small, nor large, not low, nor high,
Midway it stands upon the steep,
Beneath the storm-mark of the sky,

Above the flood-mark of the deep.

And here I humbly wait, while He, Who pluck'd me from the lowest hell, Prepares a heavenly house for me,

Then calls me home with Him to dwell.

AT HOME IN HEAVEN.

1 THESS. iv. 17.

PART I.

"FOR ever with the LORD!"

-Amen, so let it be ;

Life from the dead is in that word, 'Tis immortality.

Here in the body pent,

Absent from Him I roam;

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.

My Father's house on high,
Home of my soul, how near,

At times, to faith's foreseeing eye,
Thy golden gates appear!

Ah! then my spirit faints

To reach the land I love,
The bright inheritance of saints,
Jerusalem above.

Yet clouds will intervene,

And all my prospect flies;

Like Noah's dove, I flit between
Rough seas and stormy skies.

Anon the clouds dispart,

The winds and waters cease,

While sweetly o'er my gladden'd heart Expands the bow of peace.

Beneath its glowing arch,
Along the hallow'd ground,
I see cherubic armies march,
A camp of fire around.

I hear at morn and even,

At noon and midnight hour,
The choral harmonies of heaven
Earth's Babel-tongues o'erpower.

Then, then I feel that He,

(Remember'd or forgot,)

The LORD is never far from me,
Though I perceive Him not.

PART II.

In darkness as in light,

Hidden alike from view,

I sleep, I wake within his sight,
Who looks existence through.

From the dim hour of birth,
Through every changing state
Of mortal pilgrimage on earth,
Till its appointed date;

All that I am, have been,
All that I yet may be,
He sees at once, as He hath seen
And shall for ever see.

How can I meet His eyes?

Mine on the cross I cast,

And own my life a Saviour's prize, Mercy from first to last.

The promise of that faithful word, Even here to me fulfil.

Be thou at my right hand,

Then can I never fail ;

Uphold Thou me, and I shall stand, Fight, and I must prevail.

So when my latest breath

Shall rend the veil in twain, By death I shall escape from death, And life eternal gain.

Knowing as I am known,

How shall I love that word,