The _Lord_ will come! but not the same As once in lowly form He came, A silent Lamb to slaughter led, The bruis’d, the suff’ring, and the dead. The _Lord_ will come! a dreadful form, With wreath of flame, and robe of storm, On cherub wings, and wings of wind, Anointed Judge of human-kind! Go, tyrants! to the rocks complain! Go, seek the mountain’s cleft in vain! But faith, victorious o’er the tomb, Shall sing for joy, the _Lord_ is come! _Heber._ Great Former of this various frame, Our souls adore thine awful name; And bow and tremble while they praise The Ancient of eternal days. Thou _Lord_, with unsurprised survey, Saw’st nature rising yesterday; And, as to-morrow, shall thine eye, See earth and stars in ruin lie. _Doddridge._ In the dark winter of affliction’s hour, When summer friends and pleasures haste away, And the wrecked heart perceives how frail each power It made a refuge, and believed a stay; When man, all wild and weak is seen to be-- There’s none like Thee, O _Lord_! there’s none like Thee! Thou in adversity canst be a sun; Thou hast a healing balm, a sheltering tower, The peace, the truth, the life, the love of One, Nor wound, nor grief, nor storm can overpower Gifts of a King; gifts, frequent and yet free,-- There’s none like Thee, O _Lord_! none, none like Thee! _Miss Jewsbury._ Attired with majesty, the _Lord_ doth reign, And girt with strength. The world immovably Is stablished, and His throne shall aye remain! Thou art for ever! The floods have lifted high, O _Lord_! the floods have lifted high their voice, The floods lift up their billows mightily-- The _Lord_ on high is mightier than the noise Of many waters, stronger than the seas-- Thy word is sure--Let all the earth rejoice! _J. A. Heraud._ LOVE. The Lord preserveth all them that _love_ Him.--Psalm xciv. 20. _Love_ your enemies, bless them that curse you.--Matthew, v. 44. This is my commandment, that ye _love_ one another, as I have _loved_ you. Greater _love_ hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. Ye are my friends, if ye do whatsoever I command you.--John, xv. 12, 14. God commendeth his _love_ toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.--Romans, v. 8. Behold, what manner of _love_ the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should be called the sons of God.--I. John, iii. 1. Beloved, let us _love_ one another: for _love_ is of God; and every one that _loveth_ is born of God, and knoweth God.--I. John, iv. 7. Weak though we are, to _love_ is no hard task, And _love_ for _love_ is all that Heaven does ask.