tion, shall hide themselves in the dens, and in the rocks of the mountains.

And shall say to the rocks and the mountains, fall on us and hide us from the face of him, who sitteth on the throne, and from the wrath of the Lamb; for the great day of his wrath is come, and who shall be able to stand.

Let the saints of the Most High look for ward with reviving joy, to that great day of the revelation of the righteous judgment of God, when the amazing scene above described will become a present reality, and introduce them into the full and perfect possession of the blessings of redemption.

Let them rejoice, while contemplating that blessed hope, and the glorious appearing of our Saviour Jesus Christ, who gave himself for us, that he might redeem us from all iniquity, and finally present us, before the presence of God, with exceeding joy.

Seeing that the dissolution of the world will most certainly take place, at an appointed period, when the Lord himself will descend from heaven, in awful pomp and magnificence, to judge both the quick and the dead, what manner of persons ought we to be in all holy conversation and godliness, looking for, and hastening unto, the coming of that great day of the Lord?

Let us by patient continuance in well doing, seek for glory, honour and immortality, that we may be able to lift up our faces with confidence, at the final tribunal of our supreme Lord and Judge, and have an open

entrance administered to us into his everlasting kingdom.

Keeping an attentive eye fixed on that final judgment, which is every moment approaching, let us order our present conduct and conversation with a proper view, and reference thereto, that when the grand event shall take place, we may hear those blessed words pronounced by the Sovereign Judge, "Well done good and faithful servants."

Alarmed by the terrors of the Lord, and encouraged by the promise of the gospel, let us flee for refuge and lay hold on the hope set before us, that we may be safe and secure, when the heavens and the earth shall be dissolved. And when we shall hear gasping nature's last tremendous groan, may we áscend the skies, with triumphant exultation, and come to the heavenly Zion, with songs of everlasting joy on our heads.

Additional Odes for Christmas; selected from the subsequent Papers on the Birth of Christ, for the Anniversary of 1818.

FROM THE BOSTON PAPERS.

"And the angel said, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day, a SAVIOUR, Who is CHRIST the LORD."

In our aversion to ceremonies and holidays, we have heretofore proscribed the commemoration even of the nativity of the MESSIAH. We rejoice now to perceive a general purpose among dissenters, to celebrate this great

event. And what can be more becoming all those of every sect, who believe and hope in JESUS, the great Spiritual Deliverer, than to notice, in a religious and devout manner, the day of his advent to this our world; to be our LIGHT, Our LIFE, and our REDEEMER from sin and the grave! We trust, we all shall unite, in future, in this holy and grateful service; in adoring and praising GOD for the gift of the MESSIAH, to dispense truth and pardon, and immortality to man.

"Around the patriot's bust ye throng,
Him ye exalt in swelling song;
For him the wreath of glory bind,
Who freed from vassalage his kind.
Shall He who fellow men to save,
Became a tenant of the grave,
Unthank'd, uncelebrated rise,
Pass unremember'd to the skies ?"

CHRISTMAS MORNING.
Swiftly fly the shades of night,
And each sparkling star is gone;
While the streaks of rosy light
Usher in the holy morn.
'Tis the morn, when from afar
Humble off'rings shepherds bring
And the burning eastern star
Leads them to a Saviour King.

Superstition's course was run,

All her footsteps stain'd with blood; Dessolation's work was done,

Mark'd by an avenging God.

But the true religion's foes
Were like misty vapours hurl'd;
When the sun of Glory rose

Shining o'er a darken'd world.

'Tis the morn to Christians dear,
"Tis the morn that Christians love;
When their troubled spirits here,
Seek a resting place above.
Virtue spreads a bolder wing,
Faith looks up with surer eye;
Death has lost its dreaded sting,
Grave has lost its victory.

Where a few assembled are,

In the midst the Lord will be ;
He will hear the suppliant's prayer,
He will mark the bended knee.
At the cross, then let us crave
Pardon of that God above,
Who, in heavenly mercy, gave
Proof of his redeeming love.

Guilt and sin in dread array,

Haunt the troubled world no more; Every fault is wash'd away, By the blessed Saviour's gore. Erring Man, be not afraid;

Trust to God's unchanging will; For He, who in his mercy made, Will in his mercy guard thee still.

CHRISTMAS.

Mild was the silence of the rural plain, Where peaceful Shepherds watch'd their fleecy care;

Sweet was the evening twilight, when the strain

Of choirs of Angels fell upon the ear.

Why sang ye, seraphs? Why your wond'rous mirth?

And why to lowly shepherds did you sing? Know ye no pompous Potentates on earth, No high-crown'd Emp❜ror, and no sceptred King?

Yes! well ye knew; and well could ye

pise,

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The short-liv'd state which loftiest Monarch's boast

No glittering gold can lure an angel's eyes; No diamond's lustre charm the heavenly

host.

"Glory to God-on earth good will to men.

Such was the burthen of the heavenly lay! Could waring tyrants hail the peaceful strain

Which shook their thrones, and tore their crowns away?

No, Monarchs! not for you the tidings came ; No angel music greets your drowsy ears: Ye roll in grandeur, and ye live for fame; The world is yours, its glories and its

cares.