And, prophesying, said, "To-morrow shall
As this day be, and more abundant still!"

As thou shalt hear-But, hark! the trumpet sounds,
And calls to evening song; for, though with hysan
Eternal, course succeeding course, extol
In presence of the incarnate, holy God,
And celebrate his never-ending praise,―
Duly at morn and night, the multitudes
Of men redeemed, and angels, all the hosts
Of glory, join in universal song,
And pour celestial harmony, from harps
Above all number, eloquent and sweet,
Above all thought of melody conceived.
And now behold the fair inhabitants,
Delightful sight! from numerous business turn,
And round and round through all the extent of bliss
Towards the temple of Jehovah bow,

And worship reverently before his face!

Pursuits are various here, suiting all tastes,
Though holy all, and glorifying God.

Observe yon band pursue the sylvan stream:
Mounting among the cliffs, they pull the flower,
Springing as soon as pulled, and, marvelling, pry
Into its veins, and circulating blood,

And wondrous mimicry of higher life;
Admire its colours, fragrance, gentle shape;
And thence admire the God who made it so-
So simple, complex, and so beautiful.

Behold yon other band, in airy robes

Of bliss. They weave the sacred bower of rose
And myrtle shade, and shadowy verdant bay,
And laurel, towering high; and round their song,
The pink and lily bring, and amaranth,
Narcissus sweet, and jessamine; and bring

The clustering vine, stooping with flower and fruit,
The peach and orange, and the sparkling stream,

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Warbling with nectar to their lips unasked;
And talk the while of everlasting love.

On yonder hill, behold another band,
Of piercing, steady, intellectual eye,
And spacious forehead of sublimest thought.
They reason deep of present, future, past;
And trace effect to cause; and meditate
On the eternal laws of God, which bind
Circumference to centre; and survey,
With optic tubes, that fetch remotest stars
Near them, the systems circling round immense
Innumerous. See how,-as he, the sage,
Among the most renowned in days of Time,
Renowned for large, capacious, holy soul,
Demonstrates clearly motion, gravity,
Attraction, and repulsion, still opposed;
And dips into the deep, original,

Unknown, mysterious elements of things,—
See how the face of every auditor
Expands with admiration of the skill,
Omnipotence, and boundless love of God!

These other, sitting near the tree of life,
In robes of linen flowing white and clean,
Of holiest aspect, of divinest soul,
Angels and men,-into the glory look

Of the Redeeming Love, and turn the leaves
Of man's redemption o'er, the secret leaves,
Which none on earth were found worthy to open
And, as they read the mysteries divine,
The endless mysteries of salvation, wrought
By God's incarnate Son, they humbler bow
Before the Lamb, and glow with warmer love.

These other, there relaxed beneath the shade Of yon embowering palms, with friendship smile, And talk of ancient days, and young pursuits,

Of dangers passed, of godly triumphs won ;
And sing the legends of their native land,
Less pleasing far than this their Father's house.

Behold that other band, half lifted up Between the hill and dale, reclined beneath The shadow of impending rocks, 'mong streams, And thundering waterfalls, and waving boughs; That band of countenance sublime and sweet, Whose eye, with piercing, intellectual ray, Now beams severe, or now bewildered seems, Left rolling wild, or fixed in idle gaze, While Fancy and the Soul are far from home; These hold the pencil, art divine! and throw Before the eye remembered scenes of love; Each picturing to each the hills, and skies, And treasured stories of the world he left; Or, gazing on the scenery of heaven, They dip their hand in colour's native well, And, on the everlasting canvass, dash Figures of glory, imagery divine,

With grace and grandeur in perfection knit.

But, whatsoe'er these spirits blessed pursue, Where'er they go, whatever sights they see Of glory and bliss through all the tracts of heaven The centre, still, the figure eminent,

Whither they ever turn, on whom all eyes

Repose with infinite delight, is God,

And his incarnate Son, the Lamb once slain

On Calvary, to ransom ruined men.

None idle here. Look where thou wilt, they all

Are active, all engaged in meet pursuit ;
Not happy else. Hence is it that the song
Of heaven is ever new; for daily thus,
And nigntly, new discoveries are made
Of God's unbounded wisdom, power, and love,

Which give the understanding larger room,
And swell the hymn with ever-growing praise.

Behold they cease! and every face to God
Turns; and we pause from high poetic theme,
Not worthy least of being sung in heaven;
And on unvailed Godhead look from this,
Our oft-frequented hill. He takes the harp,
Nor needs to seek befitting phrase: unsought,
Numbers harmonious roll along the lyre;
As river in its native bed, they flow
Spontaneous, flowing with the tide of thought.
He takes the harp-a bard of Judah leads,

This night, the boundless song, the bard that once,
When Israel's king was sad and sick to death,
A message brought of fifteen added years.
Before the Throne he stands sublime, in robes
Of glory; and now his fingers wake the chords
To praise, which we and all in heaven repeat.

Harps of Eternity! begin the song,
Redeemed and angel harps! begin to God,
Begin the anthem ever sweet and new,
While I extol Him, holy, just, and good.
Life, beauty, light, intelligence, and love
Eternal, uncreated, infinite!

Unsearchable Jehovah! God of truth,
Maker, upholder, governor of all!
Thyself unmade, ungoverned, unupheld '
Omnipotent, unchangeable, Great God!
Exhaustless fulness! giving unimpaired!
Bounding immensity, unspread, unbound!
Highest and best! beginning, middle, end!
All-seeing Eye! all-seeing, and unseen!
Hearing, unheard! all-knowing, and unknown!
Above all praise! above all height of thought!
Proprietor of immortality!

Glory ineffable! bliss underived!

Of old thou builtst thy throne on righteousness,
Before the morning Stars their song began,

Or silence heard the voice of praise. Thou laidst
Eternity's foundation stone, and sawst

Life and existence out of Thee begin.
Mysterious more, the more displayed, where still
Upon thy glorious Throne thou sitst alone,
Hast sat alone, and shalt for ever sit
Alone, Invisible, Immortal One!
Behind essential brightness unbeheld.
Incomprehensible! what weight shall weigh,

What measure measure Thee! What know we more
Of Thee, what need to know, than Thou hast taught,
And bidst us still repeat, at morn and even?—
God! Everlasting Father! Holy One!

Our God, our Father, our Eternal All!

Source whence we came, and whither we return;
Who made our spirits, who our bodies made,
Who made the heaven, who made the flowery land,
Who made all made, who orders, governs all,
Who walks upon the wind, who holds the wave
In hollow of thy hand, whom thunders wait,
Whom tempests serve, whom flaming fires obey,
Who guides the circuit of the endless years,
And sitst on high, and makest creation's top
Thy footstool, and benoldst, below Thee, all-
All naught, all less than naught, and vanity.
Like transient dust that hovers on the scale,
Ten thousand worlds are scattered in thy breath.
Thou sitst on high, and measurest destinies,
And days, and months, and wide-revolving years;
And dost according to thy holy will;

And none can stay thy hand, and none withhold
Thy glory; for in judgment, Thou, as well
As mercy, art exalted, day and night.

Past, present, future, magnify thy name.
Thy works all praise Thee, all thy angels praise,
Thy saints adore, and on thy altars burn