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ETERNITY Was there.

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The trumpets sounded,

The golden harps attuned triumphant lays,
TO HIM who was, who is, and is to come,
Creation's KING; when lo, the Seraph
Whom first I saw, advancing, gave the sign,

And heaven's vast courts were still;-with rapid strides
Approached the Monarch, hoar unwearied TIME,

To him, the chief, he trembling, yielded up

His dread account: The Cherub raised the signet, JEHOVAH'S MANUEL, and on the parchment was imprest ANOTHER YEAR-Again the trumpets sounded;

The tuneful harps again lent melody,

And swelled on high, the blessed, the sacred song.

AFRICA.

"ETHIOPIA SHALL STRETCH OUT HER HANDS UNTO THEE."

WHILE on the distant Hindoo shore,

MESSIAH's cross is reared;

While Pagan votaries bow no more,

With idol blood besmeared:

While Palestine again doth hear,
The gospel's joyful sound;

While Islam crescents disappear,
From Calvary's holy ground:

Say, shall not AFRIC's fated land,
With news of grace be blest?
Say, shall not Ethiopia's band,
Enjoy the promised rest?

Ye heralds of a Saviour's love,
TO AFRIC's regions fly;

O haste, and let compassion move,

For millions doomed to die.

Blessed Jesus, who for these, hath bled,

Wilt thou the captives free;

And Ethiopia, too, shall spread

Her ransomed hands to thee.

THE TOMB OF JESUS.

THE MUSSULMEN IN PALESTINE HAVE TAKEN POSSESSION OF THE HOLY SEPULCHRE IN JERUSALEM; AND THE ABBE FORBIN JANSON HAS PROCEEDED TO CONSTANTINOPLE, TO RECLAIM FROM THE GRAND SEIGNOR THE KEEPING OF THE TOMB OF JESUS. IT PRODUCES AN ANNUAL INCOME OF $260,000.

ON Shinah's plain, where David's gem appeared,
The star that walked yon bright serene alone,
Whose mystic ray the Bethlehem shepherds cheered
While angel-bands in blessed effulgence shone,
With radiance flaming from the ethereal throne;
On Shinah's plain, where Siloa's fountains rise,
Whose murmuring stream glides mournful now, and
lone,

The holy pilgrim from afar descries

The Tomb of JESUS, Lord Supreme of earth and skies.

'Twas there the Ancient of Eternal Day,
The blest Immanuel, slumbered in the grave;
He whose right arm, enclothed with awful sway,
To countless worlds their form and being gave,

When chaos reigned and shoreless was the wave.
'Tis hallowed ground-proclaim it not-for there
Is crime; Calvary, polluted by the Islam slave;
A scathing curse for him will wrath prepare,

And bolts in heaven for those who the dark traffic share.

O soon may Shiloh bless the fated land,

The unhallowed crescent there be seen no more;
The lawless wanderer, and Arabia's band,
Forsake their prophet, and the cross adore,
While songs of joy resound on Jordan's shore.
Soon may the banner of our Jesus wave
On glittering heights, where lofty minarets soar;
Nations confess that He who died to save,

The blessed Messiah, lives and reigns for evermore.

JULY, 1818.