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It shall not return unto me fruitless ;
But it shall effect what I have willed;
And make the purpose succeed, for which I have sent it.
Surely with joy shall ye go forth,
And with peace shall ye be led onward :
The mountains and the hills shall burst forth before you into song;
And all the trees of the fields shall clap their hands.

(Chorus.)-Who is this that cometh from Edom ?

With garments deeply dyed from Bozrah?
This, that is magnificent in his apparel;

Marching on in the greatness of his strength ? (Messiah.)- I who publish righteousness, and am mighty to save. (Chorus.)-Wherefore is thine apparel red ?

And thy garments as of one that treadeth the wine-vat? (Messiah.)- I have trodden the vat alone;

And of the peoples there was not a man with me.
And I trod them in mine anger;
And I trampled them in mine indignation :
And their life-blood was sprinkled upon my garment;
And I have stained all mine apparel.
For the days of vengeance was in my heart;
And the year of my redeemed was come.
And I looked, and there was no one to help;
And I was astonished that there no one to uphold:
Therefore mine own arm wrought salvation for me,
And mine indignation itself sustained me.

0, thou Eternal One, whose presence bright

All space doth occupy-all motion guide;
Unchanged through Time's all-devastating flight,

Thou only God: there is no God beside.
Being above all beings! Mighty One!

Whom none can comprehend, and none explore ;
Who fillest existence with Thyself alone;

Embracing all-supporting-ruling o'er
Being whom we call God-and know no more !
In its sublime research, philosophy

May measure out the ocean deep--may count
The sands, or the sun's rays—but God! for Thee
There is no weight or measure; none can mount
Up to thy mysteries ; reason's brightest spark,

Though kindled by thy light, in vain would try
To trace thy counsels, infinite and dark;

And thought is lost ere thought can soar so high,
Even like past moments in eternity.

Thou, from primeval nothingness did call,

First chaos, then existence-Lord, on Thee Eternity had its foundation; all

Sprang from Thee; of light, joy, harmony,
Sole origin—all life, all beauty, Thine;

Thy word created all, and doth create;
Thy splendour fills all space with rays dívine;

Thou art, and wert, and shall be ! glorious! great! Light-giving, Life-sustaining, Potentate!

Thy chains the unmeasured universe surround;
Úpheld by Thee, by Thee inspired

with breath! Thou the beginning with the end hast bound,

And beautifully mingled life with death!
As sparks mount upwards from the fiery blaze,

So suns are born, -50 worlds spring forth from Thee, And—as the spangles, in the sunny rays,

Shine from the silver snow,—the pageantry Of Heaven's bright army glitters in thy praise.

A million torches, lighted by thy hand,
Wander unwearied through the

abyss ; They own thy power, accomplish thy command,

All gay with life, all eloquent with bliss.
What shall we call them ? * Piles of crystal light!

A glorious company of golden streams !
Lamps of celestial ether burning bright!

Suns lighting systems with their joyous beams! But Thou to these art as the noon to night.

Yes! as a drop of water in the sea,

All this immensity in Thee is lost:-
What are ten thousand worlds compared to Thee ?

What am I then? Heaven's unnumbered host,
Though multiplied by myriads and array'd

In all the glory of sublimest thought, Is but an atom in the balance weigh'd

Against Thy greatness—is a cipher brought Against infinity! What am I then ?-nought!

Nought-but the effluence of Thy light divine,

Pervading worlds, hath reached my bosom too! Yes, in my spirit doth Thy Spirit shine,

As shines the sunbeam in a drop of dew.Nought-but I live, and on Hope's pinions fly

Eager towards Thy presence: for in Thee
I live, and breathe, and dwell; I lift my eye

Even to the throne of Thy divinity;
I am, O God, and surely Thou must be!

Thou art! directing, guiding all, Thou art!

Direct my understanding then to Thee;
Control my spirit, guide my wandering heart;

Though but an atom ʼmidst immensity,
Still I am something fashioned by Thy hand:

I hold a middle rank 'twixt heaven and earth,
On the last verge of mortal being stand,

Close to the realms where angels have their birth, Just on the boundaries of the spirit land.

The chain of being is complete in me;

In me is matter's last gradation lost, And the next step is Spirit-Deity!

I can command the lightning, and am dust! A monarch-and a slave; a worm,-a god!

Whence came I here, and how so marvellously Created and sustain'd? Doubtless this clod

Lives ever through some higher energy ; For from itself alone it could not be.

Creator! Yes—Thy wisdom and Thy word

Created me! Thou source of life and good ! Thou Spirit of my spirit and my Lord;

Thy light, Thy love, in their bright plentitude Fill'd me with an immortal soul, to spring

Over the abyss of death, and bade it wear The garments of eternal day, and wing

Its heavenly flight beyond this little sphere, Even to its source-to Thee-its author there.

O thoughts ineffable ! O visions blest !

Though worthless our conceptions all of Thee
Yet shall Thy shadow'd image fill our breast,

And waft its homage to thy Deity.
God! thus alone my lowly thoughts can soar,

Thus seek Thy presence -- being wise and good'Midst thy vast works, admire, obey, adore !

And when the tongue is eloquent no more, The soul shall speak in tears of gratitude.

From the Russian of Derzhavin.

Creature all grandeur, son of truth and light,
Up from the dust; the last great day is bright-
Bright on the holy mountain, round the throne,
Bright where in borrowed light the far stars shone.
Look down! the depths are bright! and hear them cry,
“Light! light!” Look up! 'tis rushing down from high!
Regions on regions-far away they shine:
"Tis light ineffable, 'tis light divine!
"Immortal light, and life for evermore!"
Off through the depths is heard from shore to shore
Of rolling worlds-“Man, wake thee from the sod-
Wake thee from death-awake !-and live with God!”


IMMORTALITY. When I think of myself as existing through all future ages-as surviving this earth, and that sky-as exempted from every imperfection and error of my present being, -as clothed with an angel's glory-as comprehending with my intellect, and embracing in my affections, an extent of creation, compared with which the earth is a point;-—when I think of myself—as looking on the outward universe, with an organ of vision that will reveal to me a beauty, and harmony, and order, not now imagined-and as having an access to the minds of the wise and good, which will make them in a sense my own;-when I think of myself-as forming friendships with innumerable beings, of rich and various intellect, and of the noblest virtue—as introduced to the society of heaven-as meeting there the great and excellent, of whom I have read in history—as joined with the “just made perfect,” in an ever-enlarging ministry of benevolence and especially, as having an immediate intercourse with God, such as the closest intimacies of earth dimly shadow forth ;--when this thought of my future being, comes upon me,whilst I hope, I also fear, the blessedness seems too great; the consciousness of present weakness and unworthiness, is almost too strong for hope.

But when I look round on the creation, and see there the marks of an Omnipotent Goodness, to which nothing is impossible, and from which every thing may be hoped—when I see around me the proofs of an Infinite Father, who must desire the perpetual progress of his intellectual offspring—when I look, next, at the human mind, and see what powers a few years have unfolded, and discern in it the capacity of everlasting improvement;-and, especially, when I look at Jesus, the Saviour of Man, and the Conqueror of Death, who has gone before us to his Father and our Father,–I can and do admit the almost overpowering thought, of the everlasting life

Towth-and felicity of the human soul.-Channing.

O listen man!
A voice within us speaks that startling word,
“Man, thou shalt never die! Celestial voices
Hymn it unto our souls: according harps, -
By angel-fingers touched, when the mild stars
Of morning sang together-sound forth still
The song of our great immortality:
Thick clustering orbs, and this our fair domain,
The tall dark mountains, and the deep toned seas,
Join in the solemn universal song,
0, listen ye, our spirits ; drink it in
From all the air ! * 'Tis in the gentle moonlight:
'Tis floating 'midst day's setting glories ; Night,
Wrapped in her sable robe, with silent step
Comes to our bed and breathes it in our ears :
Night, and the dawn, bright day, and thoughtful eve,
All time, all bounds, the limitless expanse
As one vast mystic instrument, are touched
By an unseen living hand; and conscious chords
Quiver with joy in this great jubilee.
The dying hear it; and as sounds of earth
Grow dull and distant, wake their passing souls
To mingle in this heavenly harmony.


How peaceful was the night
On which the Prince of Light

His reign of peace upon the earth began.
The winds with wonder whist,
Smoothly the waters kissed,

Whispering new joys to the mild ocean,
Who then had quite forgot to rave,
While birds of calm sat brooding on the charmed wave.
The stars, in deep amaze,
Stand forth in steadfast gaze,

Bending one way their precious influence;
And will not take their flight,
For all the morning light,

Or Lucifer that often warn’d them thence,
But in their glimmering orbs did glow,
Until the Lord himself bespake, and bade them go.
Then such music sweet,
The shepherds' ears did greet,

As never was by mortal finger shook ;
Divinely warbled voice
Answering the stringèd noise,

As all their souls in blissful rapture took :
The air, such pleasure loth to lose,
With thousand echoes, still prolongs each heavenly close.

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