hat Faith on earth may vision call:
But unto Faith and Hope in heaven
Are prospect and possession given.

Crumbs are on earth our richest fare:
But banquets wait the pilgrim there.
Here cold and faint the songs we raise:
But deathless there will be our praise.

Here evening shades envelope me;
All darkness shall from Zion flee;
Without a veil it will be given
God face to face to see in Heaven.

LVI.
THE SAVED.

I see a myriad saved,
Who once were faint as I;
Now they have climbed the rocky steeps,
And reign with Christ on high.
They sing on yonder side,
From doubt and sorrow free,
The praises of the bleeding Lamb,
The song of Calvary.

LVII.
ENDLESS PRAISE.

But begun will be the singing
Unto Jesus round His throne,
By the saved when tardy ages
With their songs and joys are flown:
And for ever,
Shall the golden harps resound.

There shall I rehearse the story,
How a weakling faint and worn,
Was o'er rocks and through deep waters,
To eternal glory borne:
Jesus wholly,
Shall absorb the songs of heaven,

LVIII.
APPROACHING LAND.

(Thought to have been suggested to the seraphic Bard, Williams, of
Pantycelyn, by the approach of Columbus to the shores of the Western
Continent.)

Here I am a passing stranger,
Far away my native land;
O'er the wide and stormy ocean,
Where lies Canaan's happy strand.
Raging storms of strong temptation
Drove me from my home astray:
Bear me, balmy southern breezes,
To its verdant shores away!

Spite of waves and counter-currents
Rolling o'er me from each side,
Through the seas and storms opposing,
I shall stem the swelling tide.
Than the floods thy word is stronger--
Stronger than the 'whelming wave:
All my hope I calmly venture
On thy promise, Lord, to save.

Not much longer must I battle
With the billows thus forlorn,
Land is nigh, each faithful promise
Shews how nigh Salvation's morn.
Not the deep shall be my dwelling:--
Joyful shall my spirit come,
When the seas have cleansed and proved me,