When all earthly scenes are fading, That sad, fix'd, and stony stare; Let no demon form then scare me, Let Thine angels come and bear me Up to Heaven's bright home of light! DESTRUCTION OF THE TEMPLE. As when the guardian powers of life fast wane, On those whom God vouchsafed to guard no more; And thou, their Temple loved, their pride, their gem, Fairest of all in fair Jerusalem! In streaming conflagration broad and high, Clouded the beauty of the unsullied sky. 'TIS I; BE NOT AFRAID. 'Twas night; the mariner's lone bark When on the midnight watch was borne They heed Him not, but deem that form And think the Genius of the storm Is hovering o'er the surging wave: M Oh! brighter than the light of morn Comes to the night-worn traveller's aid, Full clear above the roar is borne That voice, "'Tis I; be not afraid.” "Tis thus with us on Life's wild sea, In Passion's storm, in Sorrow's night; If the blest Saviour then draws near, Deem Him some spirit dark, nor hear His voice, ""Tis I; be not afraid." Oft as Affliction's billows flow, And whelm our soul with threaten'd doom; When the fell blackness of our woe Is but exceeded by the tomb; Lord, ope our eyes to see thy form, What though in robes of gloom array'd ; Our ears to hear, above the storm, Thy voice, ""Tis I; be not afraid." ST. MATTHEW, xxvi. 39. "O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me." If it be possible, O my Father God, |