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l's death and the accession of Charles II. the wrath of the prelates fell on him at St. Andrews, where the Presbytery had made him rector of the college. The King's decree indicted him for treason, stripped him of all his offices, and would have forced him to the block had he not been stricken with his last sickness. When the officers came to take him he said, "I am summoned before a higher Judge and Judicatory, and I am behooved to attend them." He died soon after, in the year 1661. The first, and a few other of the choicest stanzas of the hymn inspired by his life and death are here given: The sands of time are sinking, The dawn of heaven breaks, The summer morn I've sighed for-- The fair, sweet morn--awakes. Dark, dark hath been the midnight, But dayspring is at hand; And glory, glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land. * * * * * Oh! well it is for ever-- Oh! well for evermore: My nest hung in no forest Of all this death-doomed shore; Yea, let this vain world vanish, As from the ship the strand, While glory, glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land. * * * * * The little birds of Anworth-- I used to count them blest; Now beside happier altars I go to build my nest; O'er these there broods no silence No graves around them stand; For glory deathless dwelleth In Immanuel's land. I have borne scorn and hatred, I have borne wrong and shame, Earth's proud ones have reproached me For Christ's thrice blessed name. Where God's seals set the fairest, They've stamped their foulest brand; But judgment shines like noonday In Immanuel's land. They've summoned me before them, But there I may not come; My Lord says, "Come up hither;" My Lord says, "Welcome home;" My King at His white throne My presence doth command, Where glory, glory dwelleth, In Immanuel's land. A reminiscence of St. Paul in his second Epistle to Timothy (chap. 4) comes with the last two stanzas. _THE TUNE._ The tender and appropriate choral in B flat, named "Rutherford" was composed by D'Urhan, a French musician, probably a hundred years ago. It was doubtless named by those who long afterwards fitted it to the words, and knew whose spiritual proxy the lady stood who indited th
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