But still keep sinning for the sinning sake;
All thought of a repentance cast aside
But a new hate against THE CRUCIFIED
To make the beings for whose sake He died
Be a rebellious, sinful, wicked race,
And to His name and honour a Disgrace;
Make of His heaven a very empty place,
Make of Redemption as a thing but dreamed-
And People Hades with a Race Redeemed!
Thus flouting The Redeemer's Day of Grace
Your feet still set to shame and to disgrace!

Lo, then the glorious Resurrection Day When Angels shouting rolled the stone away, And He came forth THE GOD-MAN in HIS prime, The Conqueror of Death-And all the Host sublime, Prostrated fell before the nail-pierced feet, Shouting Glad Praise Magnificently sweet!

Ah, thou art silent of that bitter morn When all Satanic Powers were put to scorn, Satan from Hades lowest depth retreat, Came forth acknowledging his fell defeatSurely to thine and thee a bitter hour

For crushed and shattered Evil's brazen Power-
The CHRIST triumphant-and THE MAN, THE KING
To whom Creation must allegiance bring-

THIS MAN alone in Heaven, Earth and Hell
Could an allegiance from All Life compel-
THE MAN was absolute—HIS will was law-
The Highest of Archangels bent in awe-

Executor of GODHEAD-HE alone

Stood for the GODHEAD on Eternal Throne-
And none may make petition but to HIM-
THE FATHER and THE SPIRIT would not hear
Of prayer, or cry no matter who came near-
Unless addressed through CHRIST all prayers were vain
Reply, or answer no one would obtain-
GOD had provided CHRIST THE LIVING WAY—
If One despises-GOD has naught to say-
But is as silent as a tomb may be!
This His Desire throughout Eternity
THE SON shall wear The Royal Diadem,
The Universe be Ruled by Christly rod
ONLY THROUGH CHRIST CAN ANY COME TO GOD.

O Glorious Day THAT CHRIST THE SAVIOUR came From out the tomb of Infamy and shame,

Bursting the bonds of Death in His own might
Appareled in Glory-forth to Angel sight
Angelic Hosts who hailed HIM as GOD's Own
Gathered around to bear HIM to GOD's Throne;
HE-Essence of Divinity in Sooth-

A Grand Refulgence of Immortal Youth

The Wondrous God-Power flashing through the fleshHis form as if an alabaster mesh

That made it possible for eye to see

The Godhead in effulgent Majesty!

And now as Conqueror to Heaven ascendsWhere GOD THE FATIIER from His High throne bends With open arms to clasp THE ONLY SON

Who in Own Might All Victory hath won-
Myriads of Angels stand on either side
Shouting Hosannahs to THE CRUCIFIED.
Up, up the shining, grand, ethereal way
Surely a glittering, brilliant vast array—
Such unconceivable to human brain-

THAT CONQUERING PRINCE AND HIS IMPERIAL train-
With Satan conquered as a prisoner led,
Surely defeat's grim ashes on his head-
And his great chiefs, each sullen, hanging face,
Feeling all keenly of this dire disgrace,
Bitter in soul, but borne swift along,
Ashamed to look upon the shouting throng
Of those who were companions long ago,
Filled to o'erflowing now their cup of woe

THE MAN they mocked, and scorned, and flouted so,
Now held their fate in hollow of His hand,
For now obedient to His great Command
They came as Captives with unwilling feet-
To show the Universe their fell defeat-
CHRIST showed all openly, and made Display
Of these The Rebels who on long-past day
Flouted His Power, and His Authority!
And now the Gathered Armies of all Life
From all the Worlds that hang in outstretched space
No matter how far distant they may be
Gathered to see THE VICTOR of the Strife!
So every eye saw demon's dire disgrace;
And so with bitterness they took their way
As outcast Lepers through that vast array-
Knowing they were condemned by every eye-
Not knowing what their sentence drawing nigh—

With not the shadow of a hope to cheer-
Trembling, abashed, and full of deadly fear!

And now one cry from all that vast arrayAh, none such like it in Eternal Day :

"Lift up your Heads! Be Lifted up ye Gates! The Lord of Glory at your portal waitsSwing back, ye everlasting Doors, and let Him in!

Who is this King of Glory that awaits
For entrance at High Heaven's Kingly Gates,
What is His Right and Title to come in!

'Tis CHRIST JEHOVAH, Conqueror of Sin!
Throw wide your gates and let The Victor in,
THE KING OF GLORY with the strength to win!
His was alone the Battle and the Fight,
HIS Power hath shattered Evil and its might,
The Powers of Hell are shivering in His sight!
Lift up your heads! be lifted up, ye gates!
Ye everlasting Doors, swing open wide
And let THE KING OF GLORY enter in-
Let His attendants, like an ocean wide,
Bear in THE KING OF GLORY to HIS place-
Bear 'HIм to meet JEHOVAH face to face-
THE PRINCE OF LIFE who hath the Right alone
To share the Honors of The Eternal throne—
THE GREAT REDEEMER-Crusher of aLL SIN
THE KING OF GLORY-LET HIM ENTER IN!"

Say wert thou of the Captives in that hour-
Or didst in Hades' deepest chamber cower
With a great fear in every centering nerve?
Asking the question, "Will THE CHRIST preserve
Our lives or falls the hour of awful Doom
And we confined in everlasting gloom!"

What fierce thought racked thee as thou waited there
And surely 'twas a lifting of Despair

When Satan and His Chiefs slunk back to say-
"They were a free until a later day."

And sin again bloomed with a visage strong
Hate and defiance in that stricken throng.

What dost thou know of Mary Magdalen?
Thou surely hast that famous woman seen,
For sure one scarce can couple with her name
The thought of any harlotry shame.

For surely in that time were those possessed
Of Demons-making men's heart's a foul nest
For other thoughts besides the sexly crime.

Perchance, tho' seven Demons in her breast Such passions varied that gave her no rest

Like Envy, Hate and Malice, which her soul had nursed
Until her mind-desires and life accursed.

I have to think that Mary surely pure
Of sexly passion-in that way demure-
But violent otherwise in fits of spite.
Suppose that Fancy pictures to the sight:-