New hearts before their Saviour's feet to lay,
  This is their first, their dearest joy:
  Their next from heart to heart to clear the way
  For mutual love without alloy:
  Never so blest as when in JESUS' roll
  They write some hero-soul,
  More pleased upon his brightening road
To wait, than if their own with all his radiance glowed.

  O happy spirits, marked by God and man
  Their messages of love to bear,
  What though long since in Heaven your brows began,
  The genial amarant wreath to wear,
  And in th' eternal leisure of calm love
  Ye banquet there above;
  Yet in your sympathetic heart
We and our earthly griefs may ask and hope a part.

  Comfort's true sons! amid the thoughts of down
  That strew your pillow of repose,
  Sure 'tis one joy to muse, how ye unknown
  By sweet remembrance soothe our woes;
  And how the spark ye lit, of heavenly cheer,
  Lives in our embers here,
  Where'er the cross is borne with smiles,
Or lightened secretly by Love's endearing wiles:

  Where'er one Levite in the temple keeps
  The watch-fire of his midnight prayer,
  Or issuing thence, the eyes of mourners steeps
  In heavenly balm, fresh gathered there;
  Thus saints, that seem to die in earth's rude strife,
  Only win double life:
  They have but left our weary ways
To live in memory here, in Heaven by love and praise.

  Twice in her season of decay
The fallen Church hath felt Elijah's eye
  Dart from the wild its piercing ray:
Not keener burns, in the chill morning sky,