Could we but climb where Moses stood, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, LAUNCHING INTO ETERNITY. It was a brave attempt! adventurous he I see the surging brine: the tempest raves, (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, She floats on the broad deep with infinite delight, THE END OF TIME. HAPPY Soul! thy days are ended, Anxious to receive thy spirit, Lo, Emmanuel dwells above; Struggle through thy latest passion, For the joy he sets before thee, Suffer, with thy Lord to reign. DEATH THE PASSAGE TO IMMOR TALITY. DEATH'S but a path that must be trod, As men who long in prison dwell, Such joy, though far transcending sense But when their chains are cast aside, "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. Sinner, speak on; what hast thou more to say ? 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; |