Save one long heave, one gathering, deep'ning swell,
That sunk as slowly; then the shoulders fell-
The limbs relaxed-the guilty soul had burst
Its bonds, and gone to hear and prove the worst.
God only knows the rest! 'Tis not for me

To judge what it hath been, or say what it may be.

1837.

SUNDAY SCHOOL HYMN.

WHO shall ascend to the holy place,

And stand on the holy hill?

Who shall the boundless realms of space

With shouts of rapture thrill?

Hallelujah Hallelujah!

For the Lord God omnipotent reigneth!

The servants of the Lord are they,

The pure in heart and hand,

For whom the eternal bars give way,

The eternal gates expand!

Hallelujah! &c.

Not to the noble, not to the strong,

To the wealthy, or the wise,

Is given a part in that angel-song,

That music of the skies:

Hallelujah! &c.

But those, who in humble and holy fear,

With child-like faith and love,

Have served the Lord as their Master here,

Shall praise their Lord above.

Hallelujah! &c.

And chiefly those who in youth to Him

Their morn of life have given,

With Cherubim and Seraphim,

And all the host of heaven,

Hallelujah! &c.

Shall stand in robes of the purest white;

And to the Lamb shall raise

The song that rests not day or night,

The eternity of praise!

1837.

Hallelujah! &c.

SUNDAY SCHOOL HYMN.

"That he may so pass the waves of this troublesome world that finally he may come to the land of everlasting life.”—THE BAPTISMAL SERVICE.

CHILDREN.

WE are a young and happy crew,

And hope our sail unfurled!

Why tell you us of passing thro'

The waves of this troublesome world?

Joy is the sunshine of our sky

From morning-tide till even;

And soft the breeze that whispers by,

To waft us on to Heaven.