THE MANOR HOUSE AT MANCETTER, AND
WAS BURNT AT COVENTRY, SEPT. 20TH, 1555.
HAIL faithful Glover!-faithful when but few
Were, in allegiance to their Maker, true;
Thy name we honour, who didst choose to die,
Rather than thy Redeemer's cause deny :
To thee the Holy Spirit did impart
His mighty aid! 'twas He consoled thy heart,
And gave thee in the trying hour to prove
The promised comfort of a Saviour's love.
Yes, when removed from all thou countedst dear,
That Saviour did thy fainting spirit cheer.
In judgment halls, and in the gloomy cell,
He with his righteous servant deigned to dwell;
He did a liberty on thee bestow,
Which only the afflicted saints can know;
He did a joy in thy temptation give,
Which thou in prosp'rous hours didst ne'er receive;
Then Jesus blessed thee with abundant grace,
Then overflowed thy soul with heav'nly peace.
Whene'er before the rulers thou wast brought,
Thy faithful soul with wisdom's gifts was fraught;
Christ made thee bold, and mighty to defend
Those truths divine on which our hopes depend;
And when at length they doomed thee to the fire,
Vain was their malice-impotent their ire,
For in thy blazing car thou didst ascend
To joy triumphant which shall never end.
What though the clouds awhile did intervene,
And Jesus for a time remained unseen;
The time was short, thy Saviour re-appeared,
And when by him thy soul again was cheered :
Among the crowd was heard thy well known voice,
Bidding thy faithful friend with thee rejoice,
"Austin, He's come-He's come!" My Savi-
our's come
To take my ransomed spirit to his home;
There he will place me at his own right hand,
For ever numbered with that chosen band,
Who now arrayed in robes of spotless white,
Cast down before the throne their crowns so bright,
Sing of Salvation, and the palm branch wave,
Before the Lord-omnipotent to save.
ON A YOUNG ENGLISHMAN, DROWNED IN
THE RIVER ILLINOIS, NORTH AMERICA.
HE sunk to rise no more in that swift stream,
Short was his life, and all his hopes a dream.
He sunk-no buman power availed to save,
No hand could snatch him from a watery grave,
That grave he once so little thought to find,
When England and his friends he left behind.
Yet, thus he died—and still the young will dream,
And talk of pleasure! as their only theme.
And what is pleasure ? but a summer's gleam,
And what the longest life ?-a rapid stream.
May we make heavenly pleasures our desire,
And to the life that never ends aspire.
For the character of his faithful friend, Augustine Bernher, see the Narrative of Robert Glover's Martyrdom, by the Rev. B. Richings, M.A. Vicar of Mancetter.
BLEST be the hand that gave me this retreat,
In which unnumber'd mercies daily meet:
Oh! may a home so rich in peace to me,
Be found a temple, gracious Lord, to thee-
Oh! may it be to thee a house of prayer,
Who deignst to make it thy paternal care,
And sweet as incense may my praise ascend,
To God my Father, and to God my Friend.
My peaceful garden, sweetest of its kind,
Should also bring thy goodness, Lord, to mind:
At all times cheerful, and at all times gay,
It smiles in winter as in genial May:
Made to dispel each rising cloud of gloom,
And cheer my pathway to the silent tomb;
May its green plants, and fragrant flowers which
blow,
Lead me to Him "from whom all blessings flow."
To Him who in a garden prayed and bled
That I might live when numbered with the dead.
Then when I'm called to leave this loved retreat,
My spirit shall thy gracious welcome meet.
Then shall my garden point to that blest place
Once lost to Adam and his guilty race.
Then shall I leave it for the Eden won
Again for man by God's eternal Son.
THE Saviour calls-arising from the ground,
Blind Bartimeus welcomes the glad sound:
And casting off his garment and his grief,
He sought, and hoped, and found the wished relief.
His sight received, with wonder and amaze
He saw the Lord, and gave himn all the praise;
Then faithful to the power that could restore,
He followed Jesus, ne'er to leave him more.
Sinner draw near, thy own resemblance see,
For thou art blind, and impotent as he;
The Saviour calls, obey his gracious voice-
Receive his mercy-in his love rejoice.
But first, as Bartimeus cast aside
His garment,--so abandon sinful pride,
Rely on Christ alone-and soon thou❜lt find,
Though dark before, thou art no longer blind.
Thy mind illumed, let gratitude and praise,
Within thy heart a thankful tribute raise;
Follow the Lord, rejoicing join his train,
Till with that Saviour thou art call'd to reign.
MRS. BOUSfield.
STRIKE the sweet chord, lift up the cheerful voice,
A father bids you in his joy rejoice;
Let thankfulness in ev'ry heart abound;
For this my son was lost and now is found.
Bring forth the robe-unfold the brightest vest,
In rich attire array the welcome guest.
Let joyful words in sweet accord be sung,
And grateful praises flow from ev'ry tongue.
Let thankfulness in every heart abound,
For this my son was lost, and he is found!-
Thus meets the earthly parent, thus receives
The wandering son to whom affection cleaves;
The welcome sight shall all his grief destroy,
Nor one reproach be mingled with his joy.
His open arms the prodigal embrace,
While smiles of mercy beam upon his fate.
And does our gracious Heavenly Father less,
When the poor sinner hastens to confess :-
When he his weakness and his wandering mourns,
And with the tears of penitence returns ?
Listen!-what joyful hallelujahs rise —
The melody of angels fills the skies.
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