In Christ there's pardon, peace and rest;
Come, humbly bow before his feet,
No vail conceals the mercy seat.

Come, boldly to a throne of grace,
The vilest here may find a place,--
For that dark vail was rent in twain,
When Christ, the heavenly lamb, was slain.

Come, rear no altar, slay no beast,
Our Savior now is great high priest,
He rent the vail, to make it plain,
That free access should hence remain.





LINES

TO A LONG ABSENT RELATIVE.

Is Thy native land forgotten?
Wilt thou still a wand'rer be?
Have New England's hills and valleys
Lost their every charm for thee?

Is thy native land forgotten?
Tell me, dost thou feel content,
Far from that loved rural dwelling