On the third day he would arise, a joyful victor o'er the grave;

Lest his disciples steal his corse, we come to thee a guard to

crave.

"My soldiers are at your command-let these his burial place surround;

And certain death shall be their lot, if his disciples there are found."

They make the sepulchre secure, but from its precincts Je

sus rose,

And through his chosen ones proclaimed life and salvation to his foes.

“Go, publish this amazing grace! and all who do believe

your word,

And are immersed into my name, and me acknowlege for their Lord,

Such shall be saved; while those who hear, but disbelieve what you proclaim,

Shall be condemned. Go, hasten hence, publish salvation through my name;

You need not fear surrounding foes; 'till this state ends I'll be with you."

When lo! a most luminous cloud concealed Him from the rapturous view.

Ye pearly portals, wide unfold! Ye seraphs strike the

tuneful chord !

Let Heaven's unbounded space be filled with hallelujahs to the Lord!

No longer round the tree of life, ye cherubs wield the flaming sword

Join ye, the general loud acclaim, Glory to Jesus Christ the Lord!

But, to return to those who stood with eyes uplifted in

amaze:

To these, two shining ones appear, saying, "Men of Israel,

why this gaze?

This Jesus who is taken hence, shall thus to earth again de

scend;"

They worshipped, and with joyful hearts, their footsteps toward Jerusalem bend.

Baptized with the Holy Ghost, they thus the joyful news proclaim:

"Ye who have crucified the Lord, receive salvation through

Nor did they preach the word in vain; three thousand in one day believed,

And were immersed into the name of Him whose doctrine they received.

To every nation under Heaven, in a short time, the Gospel spread,

And mightily the word prevailed, though persecution reared its head.

Those who promulged these sacred truths, sought but the approval of their Lord;

But, when through signs and wonders wrought, Emperors and Kings received the word,

That all this blessing should receive, deemed it expedient and right,

In one firm, grand, and lasting bond, they would the Church and State unite.

Determined with their lives, to maintain these truths, ('t was noble) but behold!

Many unworthy of the name, crept with the sheep into the fold:

Hence, sprang divisions, feuds; and hence, creeds, rules, and vain traditions came,

Till shorn of its celestial charms, christianity seemed but a

name,

That precious word (designed to be a lamp to guide the Pilgrim's way,)

Was hid from the inquirer's view, and midnight gloom eclipsed the day.

But as the brightest gems, concealed beneath earth's surface, still retain

Their value, so this precious pearl of countless worth did still remain

Most pure; and we behold with joy, these inauspicious days,

Gone by; and truth's resplendent beams bless us with its meridian blaze.

United in one common bond, we see a band of brethren rise

'Round its deserted standard throng, determined to secure the prize

Reserved for such as love the Lord, and his commandments would obey,

Even resurection from the tomb! and joys that never can decay.

Hear them upon the immortal base of God's own word this truth proclaim;

To Jesus every knee shall bow, and every tongue confess his name.

Hasten His favor to secure, before that great tremendous

day,

When such as now despise His grace, be driven like the chaff

Oh! watch thy soul's footsteps, lest haply they stray
In their journey to heaven, from its dictated way,
Through storm or through sunshine, Earth's gain, or its loss,
The way of all ransomed-the way of the Cross!
That, cheered by the presence, and lit by the smile
Of Him, who kept Daniel from terror and wile,
When the dainties of princes he scorned for his meat,
When the fierce crouching lions lay tamed at his feet;
That, tracked by the footsteps of Saints as they trod
A pathway, oft flinty, yet blessed of God;
THAT, never the SPORT OF EARTH'S CHANGES to be,
THAT One and the same, for thy FATHER'S and THEE !

The march of Invention may tread as it will

Upon Time's mighty wheels, until Time standeth still;
From each circle of Science, each region of Art,
Conjecture may widen, and Theory start,

Till the plodding old Past, step by step, shall appear
But as shadowy night to the eye and the ear;
Yet in that one path-in the path of the soul,
Beware--and each vagrant invention control;
Lest in silence, a mildew should creep o'er thy lot,
Like a serpent that coils, and thou knowest it not!
O! tempest-torn wanderer, whose heart, faint and tost,
Fears in doubt and in gloom, lest its compass be lost,
Keep thy feet where Apostles have struggled and striven,
And that path of all ages shall take thee to Heaven.

TO MRS. S. A. E.

Seraphic choirs in strains harmonious,
Adoring praise their God and ours;
Redeeming love, and grace victorious,
Astonish these celestial powers.
How vast the wondrous condescension!
Amazing! most stupendous grace!
No seraph purchased our salvation,
No cherubim redeemed our race.
Exhaustless source of exultation!

A nobler gift demands our praise. "T was God's own Son! let every nation, One universal anthem raise;

Nor cease the strains, till hosts victorious, We join the seraph's rapturous lays.

DIVINE GUIDANCE.

SELECTED.

When Israel through the desert passed,
A fiery pillar went before,

To guide them through the dreary va te,
And lessen the fatigue they bore,
Such is the glorious Word of God,

"Tis for our light and guidance given, It sheds a lustre all abroad,

And points the path to bliss and Heaven. It fills the soul with sweet delight,

And quickens our inactive powers;
It sets our wandering footsteps right,
Displays His love, and kindles ours.
Its promises rejoice our hearts;
Its doctrine is divinely true;

Knowledge and pleasure it imparts,
It comforts and instructs us too.

THE BIBLE.

BY WILLIAM LEGGETT.

This little Book I'd rather own,
Than all the gold and gems

That e'er in monarch's coffers shone-
Than all their diadems.

Nay, were the seas one chrysolite,
The earth a golden ball,

And diamonds all the stars of night,
This book were worth them all.

How baleful to ambition's eye

His blood-wrung spoils must gleam, When Death's uplifted hand is nigh, His life a vanished dream!

Then hear him with his gasping breath
For one poor moment crave!—

Fool! would'st thou stay the arm of death?
Ask of the gold to save!

No, no! the soul ne'er found relief
In glittering hoards of wealth;
Gems dazzle not the eye of grief-
Gold cannot purchase health;

But here a blessed balm appears
To heal the deepest woe,

And he that seeks this book in tears,
His tears shall cease to flow.

Here he who died on Calvary's tree

Hath made that promise blest:

"Ye heavy laden come to me,
And I will give you rest.

A bruised reed I will not break,
A contrite heart despise;

My burden's light, and all who take
My yoke, shall win the skies!"