What, in the agony of heart,

When foes rush in, and friends depart? - To pray like Him, the Holy One,

Father, thy will, not mine, be done.”

What, in the bitterness of death, When the last sigh cuts the last breath? -Like Him your spirit to commend, And up to paradise ascend.

What in the grave, and in that hour, When even the grave shall lose its power? -Like Him, your rest awhile to take; Then at the trumpet's sound awake, Him as He is in heaven to see, And as He is, yourself to be.

"OCCUPY TILL I COME."

LUKE, xix. 13.

ON THE DEATH OF

THE LATE JOSEPH BUTTERWORTH, ESQ.

AN EXEMPLARY CHRISTIAN, PATRIOT,

AND PHILANTHROPIST.

"He was a burning and a shining light: -And is he now eclipsed in hopeless night? No; faith beholds him near the sapphire throne, Shining more bright than e'er on earth he shone ; While, where created splendour all looks dim, Heaven's host are glorifying GOD in him.

If faith's enraptured vision now be true,

And things invisible stand forth to view,
Though eye to eye the' embodied soul can see,
Self-lost amidst unclouded Deity,

He chooses, rather than a seraph's seat,
The lowest place at his Redeemer's fect;
And, with the' eternal weight of glory prest,
Turns even in paradise to Christ for rest.

Come we who once beheld his noontide blaze,
And hid before him our diminish'd rays;
Since his translation to a higher sphere,

We may, we must by our own light appear;
When sun and moon their greater beams resign,
The stars come out; they cannot choose but shine ;
With force like his all eyes we cannot strike,
We may not equal him, but may be like:
Nor let the meanest think his lamp too dim,
In a dark world the LORD hath need of him ;
By feeble instruments in providence,
GOD is well pleased his bounties to dispense:
In his economy of grace the same ;

-The weakest are almighty in his name.

What though the great, the good, the glorious

fall,

He reigns whose kingdom ruleth over all.

-Talk not of talents;- -what hast thou to do?

Thy duty, be thy portion five or two;

Talk not of talents;-is thy duty done?
Thou hadst sufficient, were they ten or one.
LORD, what my talents are I cannot tell,
Till thou shalt give me grace to use them well;
That grace impart, the bliss will then be mine.
But all the power and all the glory thine.

EVENING SONG.

FOR THE SABBATH DAY.

MILLIONS within thy courts have met,
Millions this day before thee bow'd;
Their faces Zion-ward were set,

Vows with their lips to thee they vow'd:

But Thou, soul-searching GOD! hast known
The hearts of all that bent the knee,
And hast accepted those alone,

In spirit and truth that worshipp'd Thee.

People of many a tribe and tongue,
Men of strange colours, climates, lands,
Have heard thy truth, thy glory sung,
And offer'd prayer with holy hands.

Still, as the light of morning broke
O'er island, continent, or deep,
Thy far-spread family awoke,

Sabbath all round the world to keep.

From east to west, the sun survey'd,

From north to south, adoring throngs; And still, where evening stretch'd her shade, The stars came forth to hear their songs.

Harmonious as the winds and seas,

In halcyon hours, when storms are flown, Arose earth's Babel languages,

In pure accordance to thy throne.

Not angel-trumpets sound more clear,
Not elders' harps, nor seraphs' lays,
Yield sweeter music to thine ear

Than humble prayer and thankful praise.

And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh,

Hath fail'd this day some suit to gain: -To those in trouble Thou wert nigh; Not one hath sought thy face in vain.

Thy poor were bountifully fed,

Thy chasten'd sons have kiss'd the rod, Thy mourners have been comforted, The pure in heart have seen their GOD.

In which both heaven and earth accord; -Fulfil thy promise to thy Son,

Let all that breathe call Jesus Lord!