When empires of Babel shall tumble, Their fabrics in ashes shall crumble, The Lord will provide for the humble A city of refuge and peace. There, there the Lord will deliver The soul of each faithful believer, And save them forever and ever, And sorrow and sighing shall cease. The saints for those blessings aspire, And wait with exceeding desire, Till earth shall be cleansed by fire, And they their inheritance gain. Hosanna, such blessings inspire A song from the heavenly choir, They sing of the coming Messiah, From heaven in glory to reign. REFLECTIONS ON A SUMMER EVENING. Another day has fled and gone, The sun declines in western skies, The birds retired, have ceased their song, Let ours in pure devotion rise. The moon her splendid course resumes, She sheds her light o'er land and sea, The gentle dews in soft perfumes Fall sweetly o'er each herb and tree. While here in meditation sweet, Those happy hours I call to mind, When with the saints I oft have met, Our hearts in pure devotion joined. Those friends afar I call to mind, When shall we meet again below; Their hearts affectionate and kind, How did they soothe my grief and woe. As flow'rets in their brightest bloom, Are withered by the chilling blast, So man's fond hopes are like a dream, His days how fleet, how swift they pass. But cease this melancholy moan, Nor sigh for those who will not come, For Israel surely will return To Zion and Jerusalem. There is a source of pure delight For ever shall support my heart: For Zion's land's revealed to sight, Where saints will meet no more to part. MISSION OF THE TWELVE. How fleet the precious moments roll, How soon the harvest will be o'er: The watchmen seek their final rest, And lift a warning voice no more. Another year has roll'd away And took its thousands to the tomb; Its sorrows and its joys are fled, To hasten on the general doom. And eighteen hundred thirty five. Is rolling swiftly on the wing, And soon the leaves and tendrils thrive; A token of returning spring. The fulness of the gospel shines With glorious and resplendent rays; The earth and heav'ns show forth their signs. As tokens of the latter days. SECOND PART. Ye chosen twelve, to you are given, The keys of this last ministry-- To every nation under heaven, From land to land, from sea to sea. First to the Gentiles sound the news Throughout Columbia's happy land, And then before it reach the Jews, Prepare on Europe's shores to stand. Let Europe's towns and cities hear The gospel tidings angels bring; The Gentile nations far and near, Prepare their hearts His praise to sing.