Select Poetry.

Thames Star, Volume XII, Issue 3772, 29 January 1881, Page 1

Select Poetry.

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On that great, that awful day, This vain world shall pass away. Thus the sibyl sang of old, Thus hath Holy David told. : There shall be a deadly fear When the Avenger shall appear, And unveiled befora.his eye All the works of man shall lie. Hark i to the great trumpet's tones ■ Pealing o'er tho place, of bones : Hark ! it waketh froui-their bed . All the nations of the dead,In a countless throng to meet, : At the eternal judgment seat. Nature sickens with dismay, Death may not retain his prey; '■ And before the Maker stand All the creatures of his hand. * The great book shall be unfurled, Whereby God shall judge the world: What was distant shall be near, What was hidden shall he clear. . To what shelter shall I fly ? 1 To what guardian thall I cry ? Oh, in that destroying hour, Source, of goodness, Source of power, Show thou, of thine own free grace, Help unto a helpless race. Though I plead not at thy throne Augh|,that I for thee have done, Do not thou unmindful be Of what thou hast borne for me: Of the wandering, of the scorn, Of the scourge, and of the thorn. Jesus, hast thou borne the pain, And hath all been home in vain 1 Shall thy vengeance smite the head For whose ransom thou hast bled ? Thou, whose dying- blessing gave Glory to a guilty slave: Thou who from the crew unclean . . - Didst release the Magdalene: Shall not mercy, vast and free, Evermore be found in thee ? Father; turn on me thine eyes, See my blushes, hear my cries ; Faint though be the cries I make, Save me for thy mercy's sake,' From the worm and from the fire, From the torments of thine ire. Fold rtne with the sheep that stand . ; Pure and safe at thy right hand. Hear thy guilty child implore thee, Rolling in the dust, before thee. Oh, the horrors of that day ! When this frame of sinful clay, Starting f om its burial place, Must behold tbee face to face. Hear and pity, hear and aid, Spare the creatures thou hast made. Mercy, mercy—save—iorgive; - Oh. who shall look on thee and live ?

Lokd Macauley.