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THE LAST DAY.
HARK! from the deep of heaven, a trumpet-sound Thunders the dizzy universe around;
From north to south, from east to west it rolls,
A blast that summons all created souls;
All who have breathed, or moved, or seen, or felt;
But while the universe is wrapt in fire, Ere yet the splendid ruin shall expire, Beneath a canopy of flame behold,
With starry banners at his feet unroll'd,
Earth's Judge: around seraphic minstrels throng,
While melodies aerial and sublime
Weave a wild death-dirge o'er departing Time.
Imagination! furl thy wings of fire,
And on Eternity's dread brink expire;
The last, the fiery chaos hath begun,
Quench'd is the moon and blacken'd is the sun!
And, lo! the living harvest of the Earth,
Upon the flaming Earth one farewell glance!
No motion, blast, or breeze, or waking sound!
'Tis o'er from yonder cloven vault of heaven,
THE BETTER LAND.
"I hear thee speak of the Better Land,
"Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise,
-"Not there, not there, my child!"
"Is it far away, in some region old,
Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold?
Where the burning rays of the ruby shine,
And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand?—
"Not there, not there, my child!
Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
-It is there, it is there, my child!"
MORNING AND EVENING PRAYERS
FOR EVERY DAY IN THE WEEK.
ALMIGHTY and eternal God! who hast created me after thine own image and likeness; who hast made me capable of loving thee, and enjoying thee eternally; I adore thee with all humility as my sovereign Lord. O Father of mercies! I dedicate to thee my body and my soul, and all that I am; and because, through the weakness of my mortal nature, I can do no good thing without thee, grant that all I shall do or suffer this day, by the help of thy grace, may tend to thy glory and the salvation of my own soul; and now I am going to the place of thy public worship, let thy Divine Spirit assist me in the duty and service I am about to perform. Touch me with such a sense of thy presence as may fix my wondering thoughts, compose my tumultuous affections, stir up my flat and cold desires, that I may be devout, serious and attentive. Let me ever esteem it my privilege and happiness to have a day of rest set apart for thy service and the concerns of my soul; and let me employ it to all those holy purposes which thou hast appointed. Extend, O Lord, thy pity and compassion to the whole race of mankind. Enlighten the Gentile world with the knowledge of thy truth, and bring into thy flock thy ancient people the Jews; and let all who name the
name of Christ depart from iniquity. Bless all my friends, relations, and acquaintance. Unite us all, O God! to one another by mutual love, and to thyself by the constant practice of piety and holiness. And in the name of Jesus Christ, our Lord, I conclude my imperfect prayer, saying in his words, Our Father, &c.
I THANK thee, O God! for the especial blessings of this sacred day; that I have been admitted to the privilege of joining in the assemblies of public worship to offer up my praises and prayers to thy Divine Majesty, and to hear thy holy word read and preached. Cause the great truths in which I have been instructed, to sink deep into my heart, and to bring forth in me the fruits of a holy and religious life. Pardon, I beseech thee, the coldness of my heart, the wanderings of my thoughts, and whatever else thou hast seen amiss in me this day. Grant that I may go to rest in peace and charity with all my fellow-creatures, forgiving those who have offended me, as I hope and pray to be forgiven of thee. Enable me throughout the week, upon which I have this day entered, to keep thy laws and obey thy commandments. Let thy blessings be upon my actions, and let thy wisdom direct my intentions, that so the whole course of my life, and the principal design of my heart, may be ordered by thy governance, to do always that which is righteous in thy sight, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.