But when JESUS, LORD of heaven, (6 Go, thou contrite-sin no more—” Radiant beauty he discloses, While he saves from sorrow's doom; Sweeter than the blush of roses, Fairer than the lily's bloom. THY KINGDOM COME. WHATE'ER invites us to the throne, Still may the supplication be Thy kingdom come. By missions let thy gospel spread, Bid islands of the sea rejoice: Thy kingdom come. By schools of grace, where heathen youth, Gathered from crime, of Jesus hear,Where stubborn hearts, subdued by truth, Bestow the penitential tear, Thy kingdom come. By tracts with inspiration fraught, By bibles, sent to distant lands, Thy kingdom come. By all the prayers thy saints below By all the love thou did'st proclaim For Him on whom the curse was laid, Who meekly bore our sin and shame, Grant thou the plea, for Jesus prayed Thy kingdom come. THERE IS A HARP. THERE is a harp whose thrilling sound, Swells through the choir of heaven above, 'Mid the blue arch the notes resound, And angels catch the strains of love. 'Tis when some spirit from these spheres, Hark, the glad shout of sacred joy, The joyful news in heaven is known, LINES ON READING MRS. BARBAULD'S POEMS. BARBAULD! what sweetness breathes along thy line, When thus she pleads, who hesitate in choice? |