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And the brilliant sparkle of beauty's eye
view, More glorious far than the sun's bright glow, The chiefest among ten thousand Thou. Thy yearning bride, like the captive bird, Longs for the sound of this cheering word “ Arise, my fair one, and come away To the glorious land of eternal day.”
“But he, being full of the Holy Ghost, looked up stedfastly into heaven, and saw the glory of God, and Jesus standing on the right hand of God,
“And said, “Behold, I see the heavens opened, and the Son of Man standing on the right hand of God.'
“Then they cried out with a loud voice, and stopped their ears, and ran upon him with one accord,
“And cast him out of the city, and stoped him; and the witnesses laid down their clothes at a young man's feet, whose name was Saul.
“And they stoned Stephen, calling upon God, and saying, 'Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.'
“And he kneeled down, and cried with a loud voice, 'Lord, lay not this sin to their charge.' And when he had said this, he fell asleep.”-Acts vii. 55— 60.
What means yon furious crowd—whose angry
brows Speak of dark passions, while their savage
Appals the startled ear, and tells of hearts Boiling with fearful rage? they gnash their
teeth, And breath deep curses on that patient man, Who, as a lamb ’midst howling wolves, un
mov'd Hears alll their fury with a peaceful brow, And holy smile, that fills his speaking eye With a divine expression; while his gaze Is fixed on the blue sky; he lifts his voice, And, filled with holy unction, speaks aloud: “Behold, I see heaven opened, and the Son Of Man standing on the right hand of God.” Fierce grow the savage multitude, and stop Their ears : yelling aloud with enmity. They drag him forth to stone him; he kneels
downAnd, with a holy faith and calm submission, Receives the murderous shower; but his bright
Grows brighter still; for on his ravished ear
“BLESSED Martyr! now prepare
“Patience, Martyr, fix thine eye
“Holy Martyr! soon thy pains
The damp cold dews of death stand on his
brow, And his pale face grows paler, but his soul Is filled with joy as he commits his spirit To his Creator; while his parting breath Prays for his savage murderers—thus he dies.
“He stayeth his rough wind in the day of the east wind.”—Isa. xxvii. 8.
THROUGH weary nights of aching pain,
Dear Saviour, thou art ever near