I think that look of Christ might seem to say;-- ‘Thou _Peter_, art thou then a common stone, Which I at last must break my head upon, For all God’s charge to His high angels, may Guard my foot better? Did I yesterday Wash thy feet, my beloved, that they should run Quick to deny me ’neath the morning sun,-- And do thy kisses, like the rest, betray?’ The cock crows coldly.--‘Go, and manifest A late contrition, but no bootless fear! For when the deathly need is bitterest, Thou shalt not be denied, as I am here-- My voice, to God and angels, shall attest,-- Because I knew this man, let him be clear.’ _Miss Barrett._ With sudden burst, A rushing noise, through all the sacred band Silence profound, and fixed attention claimed. A chilling terror crept through every heart, Mute was each tongue, and pale was every face. The rough roar ceased; when, borne on fiery wings, The dazzling emanation from above In brightest vision round each sacred head Diffused its vivid beams: mysterious light! That rushed impetuous through th’ awaking mind, Whilst new ideas filled th’ impassive soul, Fast crowding in, with sweetest violence. ’Twas then amazed, they caught the glorious flame; Spontaneous flowed their all-persuasive words, Warm from the heart, and to the heart addressed. _Charles Jenner._ A Cæsar’s title less my envy moves, Than to be styled the man whom Jesus loves; What charms, what beauties in his face did shine, Reflected ever from the face divine! _Wesley._ Ye hallowed martyrs, who with fervent zeal, And more than mortal courage, greatly dared To preach the name of Jesus; ye, who stood The undaunted champions of eternal truth, Though maddened priests conspired, though princes frowned, And persecution, with ingenious rage, Prepared ten thousand torments. _William Bolland._ These, O Lord, Were all Thy scanty followers; by Thee First called, first rescued from a world of woe, To spread salvation into distant climes! And tell the meanest habitant of earth “Glad tidings of great joy.” _Madan._ ASCENSION. Lift up your heads, O ye gates, even lift them up, ye everlasting doors, and the King of glory shall come in. Who is this King of glory? The Lord of Hosts, He is the King of glory.--Psalm xxiv. 9, 10. Thou hast _ascended_ on high, thou hast led captivity captive; thou hast received gifts for men; yea, for the rebellious also, that the Lord God might dwell among them.--Psalm lxviii. 18. While they beheld, He was taken up, and a cloud received Him out of their sight.