Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,

Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.

LAUNCHING INTO ETERNITY.

It was a brave attempt! adventurous he
Who in the first ship broke the unknown sea,
And, leaving his dear native shores behind,
Trusted his life to the licentious wind.

I see the surging brine: the tempest raves,
He on the pine-planks rides across the waves,
Exulting on the edge of thousand gaping graves;
He steers the winged boat, and shifts the sails,
Conquers the flood and manages the gales:
Such is the soul that leaves this mortal land,
Fearless when the great master gives command.
Death is the storm; she smiles to hear it roar,
And bids the tempest waft her from the shore;
Then with a skilful helm she sweeps
the seas,
And manages the raging storm with ease;

(Her faith can govern death ;) she spreads her wings Wide to the wind, and as she sails she sings,

And loses, by degrees, the sight of mortal things :

As the shores lessen, so her joys arise,
The waves roll gentler, and the tempest dies :
Now, vast eternity fills all her sight,

She floats on the broad deep with infinite delight,
The seas for ever calm, the skies for ever bright!

THE END OF TIME.

HAPPY Soul! thy days are ended,
All thy mourning hours below;
Go, by angel-guards attended,
To thy waiting Saviour, go.

Anxious to receive thy spirit,

Lo, Emmanuel dwells above;
Pleads the value of his merit,
Offers thee the crown of love.

Struggle through thy latest passion,
Let no fear alarm thy breast;
God shall bring thee full salvation;
God shall give thee endless rest.

For the joy he sets before thee,
Bear a momentary pain;
Die, to live the life of glory:

Suffer, with thy Lord to reign.

DEATH THE PASSAGE TO IMMOR

TALITY.

DEATH'S but a path that must be trod,
If man would ever pass to God!
A port of calms, a state of ease,
From the rough rage of swelling seas.

As men who long in prison dwell,
With lamps that glimmer round the cell,
Whene'er their suffering years are run,
Spring forth to greet the glittering sun;

Such joy, though far transcending sense
Have pious souls at parting hence!
On earth, and in the body plac'd,
A few and evil years they waste;

But when their chains are cast aside,
See the bright scene unfolding wide,
Clap the glad wing, and tower away,
And mingle with the blaze of day!

"Enter not into judgment with thy servant; for in thy sight shall no man living be justified."

JESUS.-JUSTICE.-SINNER.

JESUS. Bring forth the Prisoner, Justice.-JUSTICE. Thy commands

Are done, just Judge: see here the Prisoner stands. JESUS. What has the Prisoner done? Say; what's

the cause

Of his commitment ?-JUSTICE. He hath broke the laws

Of his too gracious God; conspired the death

Of that great Majesty that gave him breath,

And heaps transgression, Lord, upon transgression. JESUS. How know'st thou this ?-JUSTICE. E'en by his own confession :

His sins are crying; and they cried aloud :

They cried to Heaven, they cried to Heaven for

blood.

JESUS. What say'st thou, sinner? Hast thou aught to plead

That sentence should not pass? hold up thy head,

And show thy brazen, thy rebellious face.

SINNER. Ah me! I dare not: I'm too vile and

base

To tread upon the earth, much more to lift

Mine eyes to heaven; I need no other shrift

Than mine own conscience; Lord, I must con

fess

I am no more than dust, and no whit less

Than my indictment styles me! Ah! if thou

Search too severe, with too severe a brow,

What flesh can stand? I have transgressed thy

laws;

My merits plead thy vengeance, not my cause.
JUSTICE. Lord, shall I strike the blow?-JESUS.
Hold, Justice, stay:

Sinner, speak on; what hast thou more to say ?
SINNER. Vile as I am, and of myself abhorred,
I am thy handy-work, thy creature, Lord,
Stampt with thy glorious image, and at first
Most like to thee, though now a poor accurst,
Convicted Caitiff, and degen'rous creature,

Here trembling at thy bar.-JUSTICE. Thy fault's

the greater.

Lord shall I strike the blow ?-JESUS.

Justice, stay!

Speak, sinner; hast thou nothing else to say?

Hold,

SINNER. Nothing but mercy, mercy, Lord; my

state

Is miserably poor and desperate;