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HAMMOND: YOR K, yEW BRUNS WICK. M.DCCC.LXIX. -r* * il I M i \ I ■; %'•■ ill \, \ v\ . . -Wn ^ \ V \ !5>:s^\<^^ v^ v^v \ THE HARP. CONTENTS. PSALMS AND SACRED SONGS. Page, - - 3 BAPTISMAL SONGS. JUVENILE ODES. 163 189 THE EXHUMED MINER: A POEM. - - 281 ) (onwrxAL-) PSALMS AND SACRED SONGS. iPABT FIRST. ] 1 Absent Friends. Though distance divides us, Our spirits shall meet At the foot of the Cross In communion most sweet. When we poin- out our hearts To oar Saviour above, And weary and faint Are refVeshcd by his love* How near to each other, Bowed reverently there, At the feet of the same Loving Father in prayer; f- 4 ^^^ ABSENT FRIENDS. NoA With one heart, one devotional Life, making known Kindred wants, to the same Great and bountiful Throne. How full of consoling. How glorious, the thought ! He hears us, will answer, Hath loved us, hath bought ; Will protect us, will bless, Keep us safely as kings In his fortress of love ' Neath the shade of his wings. What is there can harm us, When God shall dafend? We are weak — yet how mighty ! On him we depend. Who shall wrest from his love What he purposed to keep, When he laid down his life For the. least of his sheep ? No, 2 AT THE GATE. O then let us frankly And freely confide Every anxious desii'e To this Friend fully tried ; Let each trembling emotion llcpose on his lov2 : We shall bless him on earth, We shall bless him above. 2 At The Gate. With a burdened heart, I wait At the beauteous Gospel Gate ; On the holy threshold kneel Looking foj Thy power to heal. Crying in my agony, Saviour, open unto me. Nothing in my hand I bring But a promise of the Kinp- Richer far than gems or gold, Having precious wealth untold. 1 1 d ] AT THE GATE, No. 2 In my hand this treasure see, Saviour, open unto me. How this kindpess of the Son Loving kindness has outdone, Thus to furnish for our need Promises to intercede, Sweet assurances, to bring As an incense to the King. And this favor came for nought, Never v;as this mercy sought ; All unasked it was bestowed By a reconciling God, Who with invitations sweet Calls transgressors to his feet. Pardoning grace is thine to give, Grace that makes the dead to live. Health and healing flow from thea As a glorious shoreless sea. ' n No. 3. 98 PSALM. And thy words give kindest cheer, Therefore I am drawing near. 3 98 Psalm. O b^NG unto God a new song, Extol HIM the faithful and strong. For his right arm hath wonders achieved, And the sound of his might is believed. He hath his salvation made known. And his righteousness openly shown. He remembers his mercy and truth To Israel pledged in their youth. The foer of his chosen are quelled ! Lo the ends of the earth have beheld ! O laud ye his glorious name, . With the harp and the voice of a psalm, St ,8 C HUTS T TEE WAY. No. 4 Let cornet and trumpet, accord A pepi of liigli praise to the Lord. Let the sea's multitudinous roar With joyful acclaim shake the shore! And a triumphant shout mount above From the world and the peoples thereof, Clap your hands, ye charmed oceans and rills, Be joyful together ye hills, I) e fore him— he cometh — the Lord! Just Judge, lo he brings a reward! Oppression and outrage shall quail, And equity, only, prevail. 4 Christ the way. LoRi:>, I should not dars To lift up my prayer, If thou wert not mighty To save from despair . i > t J > No. 4 CHRIST THE WAY, 9 Hadst thou not bowed thy head, Had tliy blood not been shed, — If thou hadst not suffered, And lain with the dead. All, all were in vain, — .' Unbroken the chain Wiiose cankering fetter . ■ ' Should ru3t. and remain. But, triumphant in might. Thou art come from the fight, Leading, bound to thy chariot, The powers of night. Thou hast put up thy sword, O, Ever Adored, Delighting in mercy Our God and our Lord, Having wonders achieved. Having all things received. Reign, glorious King ! Be adored and believed. !' I i t !■ 10 PSALM 133. No, 5 At thy feet— low I fall, On thy great name I call, And crave thy rich mercy, My Saviour my all. Psalm 133. O witness ! how good and how pleasant Are brethren in unity bound ; The kindness and love always present, Spread union and friendship around. Thus ointment, the fragrant and holy. In the Desert on Aaron was shed ; To his beard it went dropping & slowly, And o'er his rich vesture was spread. It resembles the dew that descended On Hermon and Zion before : There Jehovah the blessing commanded Of gladness and life evermore. No. 6 123 PSALM. n 123 Psalm. 6 To Thee my longing looks are given, O thou whose throne is highest heaven. As servants come with sadness laden. As to her mistress looks the maiden. With doubtful hope and fear before us. We wait Thy mercy shining o'er us^ * iEIave mercy, Lord, have mercy on us. The proud contemptuously shun us. The ones at ease deride our mourniiig. And we are filled with griefs and scorning. 7 Earth and Heaven. The earth is filled with varied form. The trusting heart is fond and warm^, It bodes no ill it dreads no storm, And will not go to Jesus. h! I 42 EARTH '^ HE A VEN. No..e How needs it tlnni:^s oi firmcT base?! ' The earth is its abi d in tr place, ,lt hath the goal, inchulos the race, "WKy should it run to Jesus? ; Hark ! mutterings gather on the hills, Heaven's azure face with blackness fills, Hath hope its s'.roud and life its ills. That men should seek to Jesus ? Then, by the gloomy hour dismayed, Joys rises to cheat, and bloom to faijo And woe unrolls its dismal shade, And all is dim but Jesus, With night opprest, with sadness worn; iWho lives to hear the prisoner mourn.? One -the neglected - sold in scorn,- ' Compassion dwells .vith Jesus. He smiles, and lo ! the night is day, He speaks,-the fetters fall away. Immortal life pervades the clay, And praise begins to Jesus. Cast by thy garments, lingering soul.!; And "run to him who maketh whole ; ■No. 7 A iliORNING HYMN, 13 Rich ^race shall be the staff and stol* Of all who run to Jesus. ? A Morning Hymn. ' .• The morning breaks in beauty, A.pA earth and heaven rcvjoiee : It is a plca."3ant duty To mix luy thankful voice ■ With all the glad creation, -^■ Praising my Maker too, Thanking him lor salvation, And kindness ever new. Through the night's gloom and stilness, Me he has safely kept, I wake preserved from illness, S In quiet I have slept. Unconscious were my slumbers, To lurking ills exposed : God — who niv hairs all numbers — Watched till those slumbers closed. How great Lis daily kindness To me continued still ; II 14 HYMN. No. 7 And yet how great my blindness, And proneness unto ill ! Lord, my transgressions pardon, Revive me with a word : O leave me ne'er to harden My heart against the Lord. Make me obedient, willing, Believing, faithful, just ; All acts of love fulfilling, Learning in thee to trust. Dress me in robes of beauty Whose whiteness hath no stains : Help me in every duty Which to my state pertains. Let trials cares and crosses With meekness each be borne, Till death and shadow passes, And all be life and morn. r c c I I 8 I E E T No. 8 PSALM 91. 1^. 8 Psalm xcvii. A PARAPHRASE. The Lord ! Dejected earth, rejoice with smiles. Be glad, ye multitudes of isles. Clouds and darkness round about him. Blind his foes and all who doubt him. On righteousness and judgement mixt, His everlasting Throne is fixt. He reigns : He only is the Mighty God ; His name how vast, his rule how broad Shake from earth's doles, its pomps, its bridals, The gods of dust, the senseless idols : Earth ! hear thro' all thy dim abodes. Bow down and worship him, ye gods. He comes : High heaven his righteousness has felt, The hills behold their God and melt. His lightning like a troop assembles, Roused earth afar beholds & trembles, 16 TEIAL. No. d h His enemies are bound in heaps, Devouring fire before him leaps. O King : Zion was glad—she heard the noise^ And Judah's daughter did rejoice. Thy judgements, Lord, blazing with gldry, Shall live in unforgotten story : Thou art The Lofty — tiiou alone ^ Over all gods high rules thy Throne, Behold Light for the righteous ones is sown^ Joy for the pure in heart alone. While fools in sin regardless revel, O ye that love the Lord, hate evil : Rejoice ye righteous, sing and bless Kemembering his holiness. 9 Trial. In sorrow, Lord, to thee I look, Remembrance searches o'er thy book No. 9 TRIAL, 17 With hasty sweep and anxious heed, For promise suited to my need. The hour of trial finds me weak, — A bruised reed about to break. And smoking flax that scarcely shows The living spark that hidden glows. Lord, but 'tis written for my need. Thou wilt not break the bruised reed. Thou wilt not quench the smoking flax — So kind the covenant mercy makes. Ji) O that I prized this grace aright 1 O that each thought with chief delight Pressed to thy kind inviting arms^ Attracted, Jesus, by thy charms. uA . i' .,.p. 18 PSALM XXTTL No. 10 10 Psalin xxiii. The Lord is my shepherd indeed. My wants shall be amply supplied ; In green pastures he makes me to feed And lie down the still waters beside. He kindly restorcth my soul From the desert of error and sham3 ; He leads me — with gentle control, For the sake of his merciful name. The* I walk thro' the valley of death, In its shadow my heart shall not fear» Thou art with me thine arm is beneath. And thy rod and thy staff always cheer. For me thou a table hast spread In the presence and sight of my foes ; With oil thou anointest my head, And the cup of my joy overflows. Surely goodness and mercy adored, Will follow me all of my days ; I shall dwell in the house of the Lord Forever to love him and praise. No. 11 11 ARISE. Arise. 19 ■iT Rise from the dust, O slothful one!' Now ponder what thy Lord hath done^; Is heaven's high portal ope 1 in vaiii? And wilt thou choose the Kl of pain/ Where soiTOW and eternity Shall hold companidnship with the^til alone, alone. Alone — for aye— Where torture pours unceasing moan; And hope which dries the mourner's^ tear. And love which wakes the sleeper's ear. And joy which language gives the dumb. Shall never — no ! shall never come. M'.-' !U. 'M.J'/i. ^i-'-i-i \' Lo now benignant Morcy waits, Proclaiming pardon at thy gates, 3 ■'¥i W. 1\ w HYMN. No. 13 Crying aloud, O fool, be wise ! Thou lingering, heedless' one, arise | The life — thd ransom is prepared, My. right ^xjti for your aid is bar,ed. Hymn. •N«ATH the still, sweetest shade of thy glorious wings, Uldd iifie and keep* me, O Monarch of Kings. Let my heart as the streams oe direct- ' ed to thee, Ilet thy mercy descend as the dew- drops to me. iet me love thee, O Jesus, and walk in the way Which leads to Thyself— — ^the perfec- tion of day. No- 12 HXMN, 21 . There at last let me bow, with the Hosts who adore, , Redeemed from the eaftH — to taste ecrrow no more. , ^ O God of my fathers, tower of their trust ! Vjiy spirit is weakness, my flesh is but dupt! Yet strengthen me, guide me, inspire^ and control, Every act of my will, every thought of , .my souL Let the love of thy truth,let the arm of thy power : t Encircle me, save me, uphold every hour : . - / Let thy bounty, the things \vhich at^ lacking, supply; ,oH< 22 FAINT BUT FURS UING.No A3 For thou hearest the needy and poor when they cry. 13 Faint, but Pursuing, Sad — faint is my heart, and oppressive my load, And my bosom in woe would despair ; But' upward I'll look to that holy abode. For sinners prepared, on sinneri bestowed, I will look and betake me to V, ^,., prayer. , Hell hath laid its deep plots to ensnare and deceive, And sharply its legions assail ; But as o'er each advantage I ponder and grieve, No. 14 PR A YE E. 23 I hope in my heart, and will try to believe, That the arm of the Lord shall prevdil. There's a fountain, pure, precious, where sinners may lave, There is raiment which waxeth not old: There's a path where no galley hath broken the wave, It leads to a kingdom, where riseth no grave. And the heart shall no W^er be cold. 14 Prayer. Adoked be the grace Which gives us a place At the feet of our crucified Lord, Where pardon is given, 11 24 PRAYER. No. \4 And blessing and heaven, — ^■ Unspeakably glorious reward !' Then forget not to pray, p. Though the answer delay, Ija duf season it surely will come ; And God, the most kind one. Will rescue the blind one rr Who would cease— (but yet cannot)—^ r* . ^Stifength, blessing and graer, And the smiles of his face. Are the purchase of Jesus' blood ; And the armor of lightj. And the robe clean and white, To appear in before the great God. iiv i^ ci ii\jiJl ■■z 15 When Musjig. When musing in thy light, Eternity, ,^ Such glorious visions compass me . ' around Of those who walk thy thrice exalted , bound, ,. L.^.. f.,-. :, ,;,. ,r ,' . T And know all knowledge pure and blissfully, . 4A » That earth becomes a dark afe^d* worthless mote \ y Borne on the. spring-time floods: and. I behold ' , . ^ __, The heavenly kings and priests with crowns of gold Starry and rich. I hear the rap- turous note Of Hgh th«inksgiving, ^ybich dot-b aye 26 TRUST. No. 16 Like the sweet billows of a sea of love That hath no shore .^ And these once drank of woe Mingled with gall. But henceforth evermore. Sinless and griefless their great friend adore, Their Father God and Sacrifice, above. 16 Trust. May / in the Almighty trust ? / who am sinful grovelling dust ? -^'^^ May / upon that arm be stayed Which earth and heaven and all things made ? Yes! *tis the voice of mercy calls; Clear and distinct the utterance falls: ^ Turn while it yet is called to day, 1- ( No. 16 TRUST. 27 \i Make God thy portion, strength, and stay. Placed in a world of death and snares^ ^ Where perils seize us unawares, — Temptations, sin and woe abound, And no security is foun'd : — Placed where such watchful foes assail* O, what protection can avail? None but the hand which built the spheres Can guard our ways, or wipe our tearsw^ Here there is neither rest nor stay ; We change, we fade, we pass away: The tree, the fruitage, and the bloom, Alike partake the spacious tomb. But light breaks o'er the firmament, A voice from highest Heaven is sent. i f, ( 2^ LONELY. No. 17v It pom^s in kinduess, comes in grace, To each of ail the fallen race : QjISpeMe, faltering child of dust, Come niake the living God your trust. God is a helper always near, A sti^onghold— — -sale from every fear. 17 Lonely. Lonely — lonely, — I am lonely and sad : The dreams of my heart have perished, The visions which it cherisLedj^^ Visions golden and glad. Brief — but how beautiful ! Their brightness hath passed away: Like clouds of eve they faded : And th»9 night is heavily shaded, It^ shadows have scarce a ray,. No. 18 PSALM 1. 29 !^ Sarlness- -sadness,— f i It presses my nerve and brain ; A weight how sluggish and weary ! Which busy thought may vary — - ^ jj^ Must vary — to sustain. — . O wasteful Child of earth ! Lift unto Heaven thy love: ' ^^' There nestle the only pleasures, The only unfailing treasures :— .- • "^cfi^ That bliss no change shall move. 18 Psalm I. I I - 1 1-*. IJa,pp Y the man whose cautious feet are walking, Not where the godless stray ! Who from the scoffer's seat, the scor- 'CT^nc vv jier's talking, . Departs alway^.^. Bab 30 PSALM 1. No. 18 His chief delight is in the law most holy, God* 8 glorious faultless law. At mom he meditates, at even lowly. In night's deep awe. Lo like a tree by copious rivers planted » His changeless leaf is green ; Ripe fruits in season, to his boughs are granted. Crowning the scene. Not 80 the ungodly : — As the chaff is driven By the stem wind away ; So shall he perish from beneath the heaven, With brief delay. Sinners shall stand not in the congre- gation, No. 19 PSALM 3. 31 i Mix'd with the just ones there : The righteous God will save the righ- teous nation, Sin quaffs despair. . -.'Vl 19 Psalm 3. LoBD, how are my troublers increased, , How many against me arise ! They mock me with hearts that are eased : No help for him comes from the skies. But thou, O my God, art my shield. And the kind lifter up of my head, The glory around me revealed, The morn that in bounty is spread. I cried unto God while I wept. Ha heard mo away from his hiU : 32 PSALM 3. No. 10 I lay down in quiet — I slept ; 1 awaked : he supported me still. Ten thousand encompass me round, Strong thousands against me array'd; The tramp of their host shakes the ground, But ne'er shall my heart be afraid. Arise ! 0, thou God of my life. The word of discomfiture speak. Take thine arrows and enter the strife? Thou hast smitten my foes on the cheek ! Salvation belongs unto God, The arm of his might is confessed ; His haters shall fall by the rod, On his people his blessing shall rest. No. ,20 y.i,>,HYMN. 3*. a huA 20 Hymn. My dear Redeemer, dost thou say ,^ I am the truth, the life, the way ?" r Virt Behold I come aloue to Thee,^^ ^ j ^,j,^ For thou art all in all to me. •Gainst thee Jiave imy.,trans2Wsiop|. heen. Thou art the refuge from my sin ;^ ..^ f leanse me according to thy wbr^d, And love me freely, gracious Lord, I have no other Friend to love, No dither Advocate abovie : Lord, thine I am, and thine would be, ^ No other tasted death for me. , . /^ then, a willing mind impart, "Write thy commandments in my heatt ; All stubborncss and sin remove. And make me peaceful jiii thy love. ' ^"^ O leave me never more to stray In the broad road and crooked way ; I But hide me underneath thy wings. My Lord, my hope, O King of Kings. 21 Do Good for Evil. Ah, why should hatred stir up hate ? A^d wrong provoke envenomed '^' wrong? Retaliation, watching late. Overthrows itself— in evil strong. Do good for ill, do good to all : This heavenly mandate if obeyed. Would from each cup extract the gall. And strip the earth of half its shade. No. 22 FINING, 35 22 Fining He shall dit as a refiner and ptsrifier of silver. Malachi. In the :fierc^st fii-e of fining. While with scoria combi^ang, Faintly yet the ore is shining, Hidden oft, or evanescent, Dimly seen or vaguely crescent, Changing, trembling in the present. But a careful eye o'erlooketh While the fearful furnace smoketh, Aids the flame — —but never mocketh. :i; Soon the precious ingot, purely Purified, and brightened surely. Quits the fire that tries it sorely. 4 36 FINING, No. 22 To the soul where grace is shining, Love with faithfulness conibining: What is earth ? This fire of fining. Hotly round Christ's loved it blazes, Draws the soul from earthly mazes, Fits it for eternal praises. For a burst of admiration In the City of Salvation, Boundless, endless in duration. Bear up then, overburdened spirit ! Trust thy Saviour's word and merit, Endless joy thou shalt inherit. Hocly though the furnace smoketh* C: ■i:t is with thee — and not mocketh , WUii i!^ tead'jr heart he looketh. No. 22 FINING. He alone is good and loving, Moves thee with his holy moving. Fits thee for his last approving. Whom he loves that love must chasten^ Till the heart from earth unfasten ; Till those weaned affections hasten To the Lamb who bought us dearly, Of his own good pleasure merely. And will show us this more clearly. Hnppy soul, whom Christ is training! Whom his right hand is sustaining, And will lift .\Vhere he is reigning^ .. li-« 38 WORKS OF OOD. No. 23 23 Works of God. Lord — Glorious One ! where'er I look, Marks of tky hand I see, Written in a most golden book, For ever new to me. The wave that breaks upon the shore Tells of thy power for evermore ; And even the smallest mote it bears, Brings light and glory unawares. Great in the loftiest of thy ways, Great in the least of all ; Each world repeats perpetual praise, Each atom e'er so small. Amazing wisdom, matchless skill ! Moving and operating still. There are no, v onders, Lord, but thine, No other rays of glory shine. 1 i b No. 24 BIDE FOB TIL 24 Eide Forth and 3^' Conqi [uer. Ride forth and conquer, victorious Lord ! Unshe athe the bright sword of thy glorious word, And sever the bands which are binding in night The nations that know not thy marveK'f lous light. -^ Lo ! the mouldering gods of the pagan shall shake, Lo ! the kingdom of night to its centre shall quake ; Their chains shall fall off, and thy people be free. To the 'desolate bounds of the utter- most sea. II til i I 40 HOPE IN GOD, O ! arm of the Lord which wast glorious of old, When Egypt relinquished the flock of thy fold, When thou leddest them forth through the desert and sea, Wake, O ! arm of the Lord, and thy ^ sons shall be free. OK Hope in God Hope, hope and the thickest shadow Will pass — pass like the night away ; Like a vision of cloud from July's meadow. Like the mantle of snow in April's day. ^ Give not thy heart for a fountain of sor* row, No. 20 HOPE IN GOD. 41 Nor thy cheek to be channelled by brooks of woe : Not of the past nor the future, borrow A fardel of ill or a tomb-like show. Not for these things was being given, Not for such things is grace bestowed; An angel is near thee an angel of heaven, To strengthen thy heart and to bear thy load. Hope, for the Father of Mercies hath offered His love in the gloomiest hour to thee: There is life— life in the blessing proffered, And the golden links of eternity. ii HE GARETm No. 26 He Careth, Cjisting your care upon Him, for Hm careth for you. *'CASTiNa your care upon him:" — Even so, The inviting words are writ in marks , of light : **He careth for you," cometh to our woe Like a dear face, and gladnr- s In the night, Earth oft is dark. Storms toss our bark:, But these sweet voices walk the wrath- ful waves in white. How weak is our self-help ! how little serves The unceasing care th§,t preys upon our po\^ejs ; J. No, 26 EE CARETH, Although it for a brief sad moment nerves To stem the tumult while the tempest lours. The wearied breast Sighs oft for rest, For balmy isles of green, fair trees and opening lowers. "Casting your care upon him." These sweet words, Like a rich Eden just before us rise. Wooing with quiet— such as Heaven affords : - A couch of kindness, at our feet it lies. Where the great load JLnat pressed our road Is laid, and heart is eased of tears and . s\Y^lli^,g sighs,. 44 GLORY. No, 27 /». 27 Land of Gloiy. Thbre is a Land of Beauty, In glory hid away, Where the weary are at rest evermore. . There the ransomed ones are sino-in"- They sweetly singing say, The sorrows of a toilful world are o'er. They strike their harps of gold With ecstasy untold, Brightly glowing in the everlasting day : And the memories of their journey. Into golden joys unfold. As they talk of their trials by the way. Say whence have ye journeyed } We are from the Vale of Tears, [■tl>-i.»iiiiM.jLicaa?^iU:.---~-^^^: No. 27 GLORY. 45 , That law and dangerous valley walled with gloom. With light there mingled shadow, lliroiigh all the heavy years. But we left it at the entrance of the tomb. O yes ! we left the gloom At the passage of the tomb, And dwell in dazzling splendour ever- more- In the mansions of our Father We have found abundant room And gladness — even an overwhelming store. How entered ye this glory ? It was Jesus brought us here. He loved ns with an everlasting love. 46 |t;| U 11 GLORY, No. 27 To accomplish our redemption, In that world he did appear, Having bowed the very highest heaven above. He bore extremest loss Even loved the cruel cross, - To f ansom us from thraldom we were in; Encircled us with favour, And refined us from our dross ; Gave holiness, and took Himself our sin. He raised us, and we marvel. O was ever grace so great ! And what could loving kindness have done more ? We are his for ev^r lasting. Heirs of his vast estate ; , Id No. 27 GLOjRY, 47 And joyful]^ we.aerveihim.aad adore. We bless him for his word, The sure promise of the Lord, Which is mightier than sin, and xieath and hell. We bless him for the earth, sWihich with heavenly things was stored. We love him— for he first loved us so well. , Come, Brothers, now be joyful. Though we're in the Vale of Tears This low and dangerous valley wailed with gloom. ^ With light there mingles shadow, Through all the heavy years ; We shall leave it at the entrance of the Tomb. 48 GLORY. No. 27 Yeg I we fihaU leave the gloom At the passage of the tomb, And dwell in radiant glory evermore. And the rod which kindly ebastened Like Aaron's rod will bloom, Lajd up before our Father on that shore. There is boundless joy before usj. There is safety even here. For the Lord our faithful Keeper slum- ^rs not. Then press on through light and' shadow. Until we at last a^ppear Midst the countless ones his precious blood has bought. vSuf^ is his gracious word, No. 28 SA Via UB. 49 Salvation 8 of the Lord. For he alone has vanquished death and heU; And life to U8» and honour To his Father's law restored ; And he will raise us up with him to dwell. •M* 28 Saviour* Saviour, let my dwelling be In the hidden place with thee. Bay by day, while time is welling. Saviour make my constant dwelling In the secret place of wonders, Hid from wrath's terrific thunders ; Underneath the peacefnl shadow Of thy glorious, glorious wings, "Where the joyful spirit sings Bweet as bird in leafy meadow. 50 INVITATION, No. 29 Saviour let my resting be, As a bidden guest with thee. At the gospel feast reclining, Where thy gentle face is shining ; On thy loving bosom leaning, Catch thy looks of tender meaning, l^elting oft and re-assuring : Full of wondrous, wondrous things- Lifted thus on morning's wings, To a radiant world enduring. i 29 Invitation. In the glorious Revelation, Gracious is the invitation, To the Fountain of salvation. 1 No. 29 INVITATION, 51 Golden love, in love displaying, Lo, the Gracious One is saying, Sinner, come ! no more delaying. Foolish heart ! what is it keeps thee ? Hasten ere the tide wave sweeps thee. Where despairing anguish steeps thee. Come— in willingness and quickness ; Come — in guiltiness and weakness ; - Come-for pardon, grace, and meekness. Let no hindrance, sin, or trouble; Mountain dark, or glittering bubble. Hinder a devotion noble. Haste, the feast is worth the tasting; Haste, the day is quickly wasting, Death and judgement both are hasting. 5 • t El I'l 'I 52 GOOD NEWS. No. 30 30 Good ¥ews Listen, my heart, to the sweet invi- tation Thy Saviour hath left in the book \ of his love; Come freely O sinner, inherit salvation ; I will hear thee on earth and receive thee above, I will pardon on earth and will crown thee above. V.i Look up, my eyes, to the purchased possession. The glory thy Saviour has bought • with his blood: How costly the purchase; how great the salvation; No. 31 HYMN. 55 How vast is the distance he brings us to God! We have wandered what lengths 1 yet he calls us to God. 31 ^^TheWayOf Transgressors is Hard.'^ There is a cloud of awful gloom, Scaled like the cold unknowing tomb ; No light on its thick folds shall fling Radiance and gorgeous colorin.^, Such as throbs o'er a summer heaven Whore heavy clouds repose at even, Kent by a thousand bursts of light, And verged Mith snows of lustrous white. I 54 HYMN. No. 31 But, like a midnight moonless shroud, Abides this cold usurping cloud, While yet the awful thunder sleeps. Impendent, round the vengeful steeps Of treacherous black and slippery sin. O, child of death! what canst thou winp Stumbling upon the gloomy hills, Through ills which ope to mightier ills. The cloud of thy transgressions, bound In blackness to the heavens around, Rejects the holy light above, The light of God, the light of love. Thy pathway,— whither does it lead ? And who shall aid thee in thy need, When blacker gulfs, ter?iiic, roll Endless confusion on thy soul } I Now there is One can blot the shade I ft No. 31 HYMN. 55 sm From the barr'd heavens, which has made ; And pour upon thy thickest night The marvel of surpassing light ; And on the mirkest shade above Outstretch the rainbow of his love ; Thy alienated spirit bring, With thoughts that mount, and lips that sing. O Traveller ! on a dangerous road, Arise and call upon thy God. The phantoms which allure are vain : Thy labor is the scoff of pain : Thy light -a dream that haunts the blind, Thy hope — a cloud borne by the wind; Thy joy — a flower on torrents crest ; Thy soul — a wing that can not rest. ^ 56 HE HEARS. No. 32 li * Arise ! — the Everlasting make Thy muniment which shall not shake, God's mercies are a boundless sea, His arms of mercy wait for thee. Arise, what hast thou here to choose ? What is there here thou wilt not lose? Awake, awake, O deathless mind ; With Jesus thou shalt all things find. He Hears. F.VIL not to pray. 'Tis God invites The poor and needy to his feet ; And, while his rod in anger smites, Re hears us from the mercy seat. Is there a thought can be more sweet, Than the dear thought, that God will hear ? That pardoniug . love our souls will meet, And Jesus as our friend appear ? I t! No. 33 BEYOND. 57 Hail, glorious Advocate above! Whose condescension brings us life ; Whose pity opes the gate of love ; Whose arm victorious ends the strife. Long as the journeying days arrive, Thy condescension will be sung ; Those left to perish will revive, Tiie dumb and stammerer find^a tongue. 33 Beyond. Is there aught to cheer us In this vale of sorrow ? Is there aught to cheer us, Aught beyond to-morrow ? Wake, O sleeping lyre ! Wake in anthems glorious, Sing, with heavenly fixe, Sing the Lamb victorious ! 58 BEYOND. No. 33 Yes, a crown most dazzling. Those who seek shall gain it; Yes, a robe of beauty, Not a sin shall stain it. Far beyond this ocean ^ Lies the Land of pleasure, — Far beyond this ocean — There lay up your treasure. Time is ever gliding. Ought it not be dearer ? Towards the goal we are sliding Every moment nearer, Here the sweetest flower Knows but short endurance. Fading in an hour, — Say, is this assurance ? H No.34 A VOICE, 59 O lay up your treasure Where can come no sorrow, And joy beyond ail measure Shall be yours to-morrow. Is not life worth living, Though all ills come o'er us ; Gall not worth receiving, With a crown before us ? 34 A Toice. Affliction and darkness my footsteps surround. As I wander in fear on an enemy's ground, Where the evening wolf prowls, where the winds wildly beat ; ' But I hear midst the tumult, a Voice very sweet . 60 A VOICE. No. 34 Pleasure tempts but to vanquish, it wins to destroy; A moment's possession, to gall tums its joy : Like the soft breath it comes, — like the tempest shall fleet, — But no ! 'tis not thus with this Voice very sweet. Where the boldest shall quail, where the st-ongest shall fall, In a wild of dismay, I have heard this Voice call: When the friends of^ my heart be- come foes ^made me flee, T^iiey were "sins of my heels:" — It said, Come unto Me ! It Though mournful and doleful the des- ert I go, No. 34 A VOICE. 61 Where the foes of my life have heaped ehuins on my woe. Though tlie earth prove a furnace, destruction a sea, I kfiow that sweet Voice, which ^aith. Come unto Me. Deliv'ref go with me, thy face make ta shine , Achieve, — for O Captain, the glory is thine ; Not the race to the swift, not the field to the strong. . But through Thee we shall triumph, aud join the saved throng. Bedeemer, O stooping one, cause me to greet Thy Voice very often, thy Voice passing sweet ; 62 FATHER IN HEAVEN. No. 35 Reveal thy rich love, let thy name be my song, And my portion at last with Ihy blood- ransomed thronj?. ■I I 35 Father in Heaven. Father in Heaven ! the only good and vise, To thee from earth's uncertainty and trial, A wayward helpless child, I lift my eyes, And cry with zeal that can not brook denial, Grant me thy sure — thy covenanted — love. Which will exalt me to thy courts above. L_. ,1:M*- .. No. 35 FATHER &c. 6*^ t> Here brood thick night dejection and dismay, Sorrow and sighing and affliction sore; While in thy presence dwells eternal day, And care and sin and death afflict no more, Nor doubts perplex, nor fiery darts — concealed — Startlingly fall from faith's uplifted shield. O i I entreat thee, let me evermore Dwell in the secret place of the Most High, Beneath the Cross which my Redeemer bore, Under the watch of thine unsleep- ing eye ; 64 FATHER &c. No. 34 \m I \i 1 I' I * if Low at thy feet I cast my soul my care. For there is safety no where else but there. Lord, I have given my worthless self \ to thee. To thee the Saviour of both body and soul, To thee for time and for ^fternity ; - Each thought, each motion, of thy grace control. Enrich and guard me by "thy power di^ vine, And make me ever and completely thine^ «taAi^aflMM*a No. 35 TEMPTATION, 65 35 In Temptation. Redeemer, shield me, sin allures, Satan's mischievous scheme matures : My foes are strong, my will is weak, Thy watchful pitying care I seek. Oft from the path I ought to tread, My faltering foolish heart is led. Knowing, but failing to obey The unerring word that points the way. O now incline my heart aright, And arm thy servant for the fight ; So shall I strive, and overcome, And hear at last the welcome home. 39 A Psalm. Dear Saviour, could my heart rely With humble confidence and joy, - s 66 A rSALM. So. 35 On that almiglity arm of thine, What treasures of delight '^vere mine . rrom morning s flush to evening s close How sweet the blet.dng and repose To thee my thoughts look up and flee. My hope and refuge are in thee : Effectual aid proceeds from thee. How vain all other good besides ; How brief with each the day abides: A span of life, an hour or so. Is our allotment here below. How lightly prized, how quickly gone, And death and judgement knock anon. Then who ia such extremity Can give effectual aid but thee Can be a refuge, Lord, but thee ? ■To thee my thoughts arise and run, Thou art my hope, my life my sun. No- 37 A PSALM, 67 Though unbelief with hostile Imnd >* Oft and again my steps withstand ; Though inbred evil to me clingjf., ,f And fears appal ; yet will I sing, Salvation cometh from the Lord, And strong is his delivering word: My expectation grasps his word. »f » ^i\ The heavenly light that I have seen Has photographed thy word within: Though fears and sin and hell assail. The promise lives and must prevail. Eternal truth, unchanging love, Which fear nor sin nor hell can move, Comprise my hope my life my. trust, And exaltation from the dust : *Tis these that lift us from the dust. 6 68 THE SOUJRCE, No. 38 iiH lii I 38 The Source. As from the golden orb of day Each planet fills its horn ; So the small dew-drop drinks the ray, And sparkles in the morn. ' Tis thus the high archangels shine In their Creator's light; And man from the same fount divine Must drink, or be in night. 39 EmmanueL When dangers assail me, ^vhen trou- bles oppress. Let me think of the Saviour, to him let me flee : 11 No. 39 EMMANUEL. 69 O Lord, be my refuge in every distress. Let me find all redemption and plea- sures in thee. Be my righteousness, Lord; Let thy life-giving word Speak peace and salvation and pardon to me. Attract me, and lead to the foot of thy cross, A sinner all helpless, completely un^ done : Whate'er was my gain, let me count but my loss, For all things are gained ^hen the Saviour is won, May I come unto thee, — — To Emmanuel flee, And find him Emmanuel ever to me. 1 I' I m I hA 70 SE[EPHERD. No. 40 Though pining in bondage, Lord, able thou art To break the strong bands: *tis the year of release, May the trump of thy gospel bring joy , to my heart, The trumpet of zion, the message of peace. Its glorious voice Bids the captive rejoice : Its sweet sounds are freedom, abua-> dance and ease. 40 Shepherd. O Shepherd, the faithful and kind, Thy sheep wanders foolish and blind, Where the shadowy mountains afifright And threat' ning and bleak is the night. ^ No. 40 O SHEPHERD, 71 O save from the blast and the cloud. Where the storm of the mountain is loud And darkness and solitude meet. And the driving rain minf^les with sleet. Where the ravening wolf is abroad, And the spoiler that feareth not God ; And chasms, unnoticed and deep, Midst crags of the precepice sleep, O seek me Good Shepherd, and win Thy lost sheep from mountains of sin. From the v.dlderness, desert and bare, Conduct to the flocks of thy care : To the waters that quiet and sweet Meander the plaiii^ ui thy feet; Where the fields are eternally green And the sun all unclouded is seen. 72 CHANGING, No. 41 «• ,- I: \ It "i t ■■it ■ 1 In blossoming meads to repose, Where the h\^nd air revivingly flows ; And the quiet wave, soothing and sweet, Spreads beauty and life at thy feet. Kind Shepherd, to roam not again On the desolate mountains of sin : But guarded by faithfulness there. Ever feed with the flock of thy care. 41 Changing. The world is changing: — ^n its brow Is writ the chilling word — decay. All, all it yields of sweetness now, With all its power, must pass away. O Lord, how cheering is the trust, While time's dim scenes flit rapidly No. 42 WHISPER. 73 And falteriug life assumes the dust, — To live forever blest with Thee. This strengthening hope o'ercomes tho pain, And frequent sorroTf s of the heart ; Teaches the bosom to sustain, And wait the moment to depart. Cold, cold and rayless is ths tomb, Without one cheering soothing sense, Until thy glory pierce the gloom : Great Conquerer, thou hast risen thence. 42 Whisper. Whispek that whisper Of love to my heart, Il il 74 WHISPER. No. 42 Which sweetly will linger When earth shall depart. When the things of this life Seem but weeds on that River Which rolls its dark floods To the mighty Forever. I i Whisper that whisper Of peace to my soul, Which the world cannot give, Which it cannot control. That peace that will last. Till on life's troubled sorrow, Ariseth the light Of a radiant to-morrow. I Whisper that whisper Of pardon, my God, The purchase of tears, And the purchase of blood. No. 43 TURN YE. A trust which will lift To the realm.i of th o glorious ! Where the trembling onrs sing. Where the weak are victorious 43 Turn Ye. Holy vnice of dying love ; Hear it whisper, softly whisper Gentle voice of deathless love. Hear it softly, sweetly whisper: Take the gift thy God doth give ; Turn, lost sinner ! turn and live. ^ Is there aught in earth to stay thee ? Fading, dying — changing, wasting. What is there in e th to stay thee. Thorny, treacherous, gloomy, was- ting? 'I 76 TURN YE. No. 43 To a Land of endless day, Come, lost sinner, come away. Unto you, O men, I call, Lo, the Ransom, perfect ransom, < From the blood-stained cross I call Now accept, embrace the ransom. More could heavenly love have done Sinners to your Saviour run. Lord, what is there here to keep us ? Nothing, nothing but our blindness. There is nothing here to keep us But our folly, deafness, blindness. Let thy voice reach every heart, All will then from sin depart. ^^^M:... No. 44 ROCK OF d:c. Wi 77 v71>^ 44 Rock of Thy People. Rock of thy i;eople, O Holy and High, To thtj saving strong hold, of thy mercy 1%; Thou wast offered, my Saviour^ then why ghould I die? Jesus, O Jesufl, my all. Atoner, I bring not an offering to thee, i only would plead what thou borest for me, I JOi\\y would crave that thy face I may see : Jesus, O Jesus, my all. Forgetful neglectful, unworthy and vile, I pray for thy pardon, I plead for thy smile, u 78 CHE I ST. No. 45 That thy Spirit may change me, thy thy blood reconcile ; Jesus, O Jesus, my all. ;iii Jl By phantoms allured, by pleasures be- \ trayed. Too long have my steps in this fallen world strayed ; Now low at thy feet be my wanderings laid, Jesus, Jesus, my all. 45 Christ the Lord. From thy burden and thy sorrow, Plans and doubtings of the morrow In thy hoping and thy fearing, When before the Throne appearing Look, O helpless, feeble, fidtering. No. 45 CHRIST, 79 To the strong and the unaltering, Christ the Lord. . ■ • . '.I Jacob's Fear, and Isiael's Keeper, Sleepless watching o'er the sleeper; Fainting not, nor ever weary ; Changeless no ! he cannot vary, He to whom the world is pointed, To salvation's work anointed, - Christ the Lord. To the thousands of Manasseh, Gentle is his yoke and easy; Plain the way, and nought the burden, To the feet made light with pardon : Thousands praise him at the fountains. On salvation's glorious mountains : Christ the Lord. ^^-ifw 80 CHRIST. '' '. i ' f ^1 i| i. \' \ :,J! ,| \i % 1 • 1 '' :!' 1 1 U. ' m I.: No. 45 Here, though weeping— bcwn to sorrow, Life awakes beyond to-morrow, Without sighing^ without mourning, "V^ith no night to quench its morning j But eternal bliss and blessing Purchased for a long possessing. , Christ the Lord* Earth is moving, moments wasting j Softly, solemn things are hasting;.— Stealthily as shades of Even Slowly creeping over heaven. Surely and inevitable; Flee my soul, to Him that's able, Christ the Lord, Bi With each burden, every sorrow ; With my doubtings, with my morrow; With my hoping and my fearin g When before the Throne appearing; No. 46 PSALM 8, I will look, all feeble, faltering. To the kind and the unaltering, Christ the Lord. 81 46 Psalm viii. How exceUent, Lord ! is thy glorious name, II w wide through the earth has ex- tended tfoy fame. Thy glory is burstJn^fj with marvellous light, From the loftiest heaven, to the earth's nether night. From the feeble and weak, yea, the suckling at length, 82 FSAL3IH. No. 46 Lo thou hast ordainsd wondi'ous trea- sures of strength; That thy foemen might halt on the mountains of ill, And the deadly avenger desist and be still. When I think of yon heaven, the work of thy hands, With its infinite hosts which obey thy commands ; Oh, what are the wandering children of clay, That thou shouldest so tenderly lovo them alway? Somewhat lower than angels, at first man was made. Thou hast crowned him with glory that never can fade : ll I m No. 46 PSALM. 8. 83 With honor the chiefest in heaven must own, And placed him at length side by side on thy throne. ' Thou hast given him dominion and wide-spreadrng care, O'er thy beasts oi* the field, o'er thy fowls of the air ; O'er thy Mis, o'er thy valleys that ver- dantly sleep, O'er thy fish, o'er thy monsters that sport in the deep. Air earth sea, with their treasures, are placed 'neath his feet. Dominion how vast! loving kindness how sweet! How excellent, Lord ! is thy glorious name; 7 I h > 84 MIDNIGHT, No. 47 How wide through the earth has re- sounded thy fame. 47 Midnight. \ 'Tis midnight —and the darkness Mingles with wind and rain. For the fury of the tempest Smiteth th^ hill and plain : The spent brooks rouse with thunder, And thunder answers again, Winds roar, and lightning flashes; And clouds, by blast swift ridden, Gather for rout and riot. As guests to a wild feast bidden: Quiet has fled the earth, And day's glad face is hidden. No. 47 MIDNIGHT. 85 Yet, with the coming future, Gladness will come again; Nature will smile with beauty. Brighter for all the rain : And scarcely will remembrance One painful jot retain. Tis midnight, and life's darkness Gathers with wind and rain ! Affliction as a tempest O'er whelms both hill and plain; Woe at the heart stands knocking Over and over again. Often, and oh how often, We watch for the rain to cease ; For the rumble of the thunder And the torrents to decrease ; It > I i 86 MIDNIGHT. No. 47 For the tempest voice to falter, And the morn to usher peace. It tarries, oh it tarries : But to hope it rises dim, Though midnight's gloomy figure Stalketh terribly grim : And heart in the mirky shadow Chaunteth a mournful hymn. Yes, gladness comes and Heaven, Sweeter for all earth's pain : It comes with shout and triumph, Brighter from night and rain : And never shall remembrance One painful jot retain. Soon, from the pilgrim weepers, * Tis God who wipes the tears ; Healeth each chronic sorrow; -'^3m . 47 No. 48 HYMN, Forever allays all fears : And takes us in his bosom For all succeeding years. There is bliss enough in heaven To make a life's ills sweet: It is indeed our Father Sits on the mercy seat : T o him we take our failings And hearts that sadly beat. 87 ^ 48 Hymn. Lord, from my sin and my pain, 1 look to thy temple again : 1 press, to thy merciful throne, Bringing with me my great need alone. 88 HYMN. No. 48 My fiiint supplication attend; Thy tender ear graciously bend: No other can succour and free ; I have none in high heaven but Thee. VW li il O give me repentance and faith; Kedeem from destruction and death, From the snare of the fowler, and gin Which the hunter has baited with sin. Thy gracious assistance impart; Write the law of thy love in my heart, Give the gold, the tried gold which thou hast, And cancel the sins of the past. ■it • 48 'So. 49 DfSCOVJ^JE. 89 L' W • » in lin. 49 Discover. DiscovKTi now. my L-acious God, Thy hands and side once pierced for me, And let thy pardon-speaking blood Set me from sin forever free : Lord, make me thine, to wc lip thee l'>er, in spirit and in truth. Let me thy saving glory see, And drink thy love in endless youth. art, ich There, where no sorrow more shall come, Nor sin again invade my breast, Within the mansion and the home Of promised bliss, of purchased rest. How poor without thy love possessed; For thou alone canst make me free : Lord, let me ever love thee best, For I have none in heaven but thee. IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-S) l^.. 1.0 !f I.I 1.25 45 ii«2.8 3.2 IM 2.5 22 1.8 JA mil 1.6 U£ ..» Ill A" V] & /a 63. >> c'^ '*> vV '^^ %. ,; %' Photographic Sdences Corporation ^ %^^^ 4G^- :\ \ .r^ ^<^ .V^* ^X ^^\ 23 WEST MAIN STREET WEBSTER, N.Y. 14580 (716) 872-4503 ^ '^^ f ^ I! 90 AT CABMEL. No. 50 50 At CarmeL 9* Get thee up ! get thee up From the field of the slain. For there cometh a sound Of a plentiful rain." And Kishon's shrunk waters Moved sluggish and red : And the Prophet went up From the Brook of the Dead. On Carmel, the vine's Soft luxuriance mourns. For the rain in its season No longer returns. And the clear fiery sun Casta his withering beam ; He has drunk the last drop From the mount and the stream. i No. 50 AT CARMEL, 91 Where the leaf of the palm tree Is scorched at its birth. Who casts himself down On the verdureless earth ? On that mountain, once fresh As a glorious vase. Who boweth him lowly? Who hideth his face ? His hands press his brow. And his hands press his knee : *'Go up get thee up. And look towards the Sea.*' And the messenger went From the Prophet of God; On the far-looking summit Of Carmel he trod* To the yet bending Tishbite He speedeth again: 92 AT CARMEL. No. 50 **There is nothing! why tarries The token of rain ? " Still wrapt in his mantle, Still bending and low, He speaks but not moves: "Till the seventh time go." No darkness envelopes The breast of the deep. Its waves like the pulse Of the sleeping ones sleep ; And the heat falleth down And the loud winds are dead. And the wither'd leaf floats Like the dreams which are fled. Shall the word of the Lord Ever vainly be given ? He looks lo the mountains Are molten and riven ! \ i: J;; 3 No. 50 AT GARMEL, He fxowns see ! the nations Are scattered in scorn; He smiles was there night ? There is gioiy and morn \ Shall the Seer of the Lord At the last be deceived ? At the feasting of Baal Oh who was believed? Yet six times hath the messenger 8tood on the steep, Six times vainly gazing Along the far deep. 93 'Twas the seventh: The Prophet Looked up as he ran : * 'There ariseth a cloud Like the hand of a man." There cometh a cloud From the heart of the sea : ^■',ailmkmu^t^^^M^^uliimm^mi»Mm»m 94 AT CARMEL. No. 50 Did the Holy, at Cherith Not hearken to thee ? "Let the chariot of Ahab Be bound to its steeds, Go down, bid him haste From the tempest that speeds. And the air is fast fettered, But strangely and still. Low murmurs creep over The brink of the hill.-- Tf Loud, loud rush the winds With the dust of the plain ; Black, black grow the heavens With the clouds and the rain. And the horses of Ahab Dash fleet o'er the road. — And the Prophet arose 'Neath the hand of his God. No. 51 AFFLICTION, Lo, JezreeFs walls In the teinpest cloud dim; And faint and afar Lo a chariot's gleam. But, wrapt in a mantle. There speedeth a Form, More swift than that chaj-iot Which rolls through the storm. »S 51 Affliction. While sadly I languish, And burdened complain ; Midst trouble and anguish, Again and again, I pour out my Heart Unto One who is near me: 96 AFFLICTION, No. ^1 "Who, though I behold iiot, Can see me and hear me^ The night slowly speedeth, With restlessness prest f The morning succeedeth, ^ How feeble in zest. But I pour out my heart Unto Jesus the rock. At the entrance I wait, At the portal I knock. Some trials allotted. Some griefs must be borne. Life, somberly dotted. Has reason to mourn. But though it be checkered With brightness and gloom From the Cross light is streaming, Hope stands o'er the tomb. No. 52 TRUST IN GOD, 97 Then let the afflictions Endured on the road, Transfer my affections To Christ and to God, In the kingdom of joy Let me lay up my treasure. Where moth nor rust enter. Nor woe dashes pleasure. 62 Trust in God. Trust in God. The clouds may roll Darkly, thickly o'er thy soul, They may show no genial ray Of the cheerful, golden day. Echoing the storm-peal back Bosomed in the pitchy rack; And the blast may be abroad, Wild and loud, yet trust in God. 98 TRUST IN GOD. No. 52 Trust in God. 'Tis good to trust, For thou art of helpless dust, Feeble in thy natal hour. Fragile in thy bud and flower. Hasty, and in beauty brief ; Sear and withering in thy leaf, Which death's storm shall sweep abroad, Long to rot; yet trust in God. Trust in God the only thist, God — the merciful and just ; God — who holdeth the unseen, God — who governs what hath been ; 0od — to whom all things are known ; God the glorious, the Alone : Him who spread the heavens abroad, And saves the soul : O trust in God. No. 53 SYMPATHY, 99 Lord, but wilt thou in very deed The vilest of the vile ones heed ? Receive the sons of shume defiled Ransom and make him even thy child, Reclaimed and clothed, redeemed re- newed Made meet for heaven's beatitude ? And wilt thou aid whatever betide ? Hear ! slave of sin, Christ Jesus died. 53 Sympathy. There is a fount that brightly flows For others* griefs, for others* woes ; A bosom'd thought that deeply swells With all the tear of pity teUs. 8 100 SYMPATHY. No. 53 The flowers of «pring in sweetneas twine, The stars of eve in softness shine, And bland the summer breezes float, And mild the mingling woodland note; ^ And deep and dear the varying tone Of torrents in the midnight thrown ; When, in the calm hour's solitude, The strange heart seemeth most endued But calmer, deeper, purer, fraught With feeling's* rich selected thought Enduring, filling, comforting ; Without a shade, without a sting, O ever such the tear must be, The sacred tear of sympathy ; When the regarding spirit, own» A brother's griefs, a brc ther's moanB. No. 63 SYMPATHY 101 The dew falls down at dead of night. The tain-drop forms concealed from sight ; The flower-bud hath its secret cell, The mountain rill its hidden well : Thus unobserved, and thus unknown The sense of kindness forms alone : The dew, the rill, the rain, the flower, Fair, fitting emblems of its power. The bow of beauty loves its cloud, The rav of eve its thunder shroud : In swiftest stream the star is still; The eve lone lingers on its hill : And thus enraptured, thus impress'd On woe's disturbed conflicting breast, The sacred beam of kindness flows In mild and cherishing repose. ' 102 SYMPATHY. No. 53 Ee the bnght sword o'er Eden ^aved. Ere woe was born, or souls enslaved. Ere «„h,d made fair earth a tomb. And hfes deep vale a vale of gloom: Wbrn man was in his amaranth ' Powers, Encircled by the undying hours, There^then. there was no shade for tnee Affliction's soother, sympathy. But death has passed, and sin has changed, Behold the last loved work estranged: And he the crowning, noblest one He stands undoing and undone. L No. 54 THE SOUL. 103 But peace falls o'er the earth like even, For Righteousness looked down from Heaven And pitying Love hath stooped to see : Its earthly name is Sympathy. 54 The Soul. The stars shall fade. They into night Raylesa and formless shall return, Though so undying and so bright Their beauteous torches burn. And thou, bright glory of the day. Sun ! in thy car of splendor riding, — The dying years shall bear away Thy Flame amidst them gliding. Thou shalt become as eiiipty dust Beneath the battle chariot rolled, ( I '^ GatherM with forms of mortal trust Into decays strong hold. But in this clay there dwells a spark Around this faltering dusi, a glory ' Which shall relume when thou art dark And endless days grow hoary. I stand upon this world's cold brink My thoughts—as winged with power— ascend : It is a startling thought, to think That Time shall have an end.— But lift thy musings to the seat And dazzling sceptre of the Holy While God exists, while cycles fleet Shall live this spirit lowly. Nor this alone. Two seperate states. Ut luture life, exchanged no more, No. 55 AS I WANDER. 105 Each of life's busy tribes awaits. Accepted evermore, A state of suffering unexpressed, A state of boundless joy enduring: Surely to shun the bale is best, A golden crown securing. 55 As I Wander. As I wander along in this valley of woe, Thy guidance and blessing, O Jesus , bestow : Let my sins pass away on the floods of thy love, Let thy bounty descend like the drops from above. Can the plant flourish green in the win- ter's cold snows ? m Then the soul not of earth i« this earth may repose ! No. no let me look to the regions of bliss, For the pleasures of time are but phan- toms m this. Here the smile and the tear in one gar- land are blent ; Here the flower with the breath of af- niction is bent • Here the spring drieth up, here the heart groweth grey Ere the sun standeth full in the z*en- itn of da;- But the streams of thy pleasures, O ^od, nerer dry • And the staff never mom in thv man. swns on high; " m No. 56 THY WORD. 107 And the eye hath no shade, and the smile hath no tear, Where the hosts of the saved with their Saviour appear. 56 Thy Word. Thy word, O Lord, calls forth the flower That flourishes and dies unseen ; Giving its tender structure power, Gemming, and painting it with green* For it thy gentle breezes come. To cull its scent, to waft its bloom. Thy holy word adorns the wing That brightly flits from tree to tree* To gaily sport, to sweetly sing, Midst summer's lavish drapery. ' K i Thy bounteous hand its need supplies, Ihme eye o'orwatches whore it dies. If thus an unexhausted love Perpetual and unfailing flows • If fleeting things that bounty prove The bird that dies, the grass that blows ; Should man not trust, O gracious Lord. I hy glorious power thy changeless word 57 When the Poor. When the poor lifts his voice, And he who hath no friend nor helper cries, Then dost thou hear, O God, and give supplies, And bid the heart rejoice. HBBBI No. 57 WHtJN THE POOR, 109 Then do the joyless sing In the abundance ot thy mercy blest: And those who sit where shades are hovering Put oiF their weeds and rest. Hark I the afSicted cries ; Who pities him? Who careth for him? None I And shall he perish, far from all sup- plies ? Lo ! the Almighty One, He bends a gracious eari^ He speaks, and help is come. The fet- ters seem As straw to ashes burnt, and disappear : He wakes from troubled dream. no DIRGE, No. 58 Kour of amazing grace ! Deliverance lifts him up, to stand on high. And leads him to behold his Father's face. Tranquil beyond the sky. Dirge. Thou hast riven the veil which en. wraps the unseen, And the torch of eternity falls Through the cavern of time where thy footsteps have been, O'er the chain which no longer en- thrals. Could^eseeasthouseest! could we te^l as thou feelest No. 58 DIRGE, 111 And grasp with the knowledge of Heaven ! Could we know as thou knowest, could we kneel as thou kneelest, Adoring, contrite, and forgiving! But faint is our dream of the Land of Delight, Our love for the Kingdom of Glory, While the shadow partakes of the sha- dow of night, And the world waxeth selfish and hoary. But a halo is spread round the steps of the blest, And they bask in the vision of God, - Where love is enjoyment,where know- ledge is rest, .-.,; It 112 TRIUMPHANTLY. No. 59 Where eternity fills their abode. Faint, few are the gleams of this des- olate sky ; Bleak, long is the wail of its blast ; But the heaven of your joy it shall ne'er know a sigh, And like gems are the thoughts^ of its past. 69 Triumphantly. TBitTMPHANTLY, ride In thy chariot of might. Redeemer of sinners, Dispenser of light: Let the foes of thy glory Be scattered in scorn, No. 59 A SONG, 113 And thy children rejoice In the brightness of morn. For the arm of thy mercy, O what is too strong I Joy awakes for the lost And the Lt d is their song. Commiserate, King Of Salvation, and crown The souls with thy goodness Who sink at thy frown. Deliver their feet From the horrible clay, From the pit of despair, And destruction's dark way. Now unfold to their vision The deeps of that love 114 A SONG. No. 59 Which drew thee from throne Of thy splendor above. To mix with transgressors, To veil in their dust. That man might be glorious And God yet be just. Big, red were the drops Of thine agonized soul "When the VTaih of the Holy Around thee did roll ; When the crimes of a world On thy shoulders were laid, And th% debts of the vile By the sinless were paid. No. GO lUTHERTO, 115 60 Hitherto. In the hour of pressing need, When my path seems hedged about, None to sympathise or heed, Let me trust and cease to doubt. Though He hides his face from me, Ke is faithful kind and true : Jesus will my helper be, He has helped me hitherto. Can I doubt his power to aid ? , Can I doubt his willingness ? Will he hear me to upbraid ? Will he mock at my vlistress ? — Great and precious promises Bring his tender heart to view ; And my life assures no less. He has helped me hitherto. 9 BITHEITO. No. Oft and oft, at my request, He has granted what I asked; Oft relieved when greatly prest, Oft surprised when sorely tasked. 1 hough unworthineas abound, He is changeless, kind and true ; m his name my help is found. He has helped me hitherto. With salvation's glorious hope For a buckler and a shield, With the cunning I shaU cope, In no conflict ever yield ; But, though weak, shall victor prove And though halting still pursue ; ' Through a Saviour's grace and love, Who has helped me hitherto. 60 mmmm Ko< 61 CONFLICTS. 117 61 Conflicts. THE TEMPTER. Whbbe wilt thou fiee, O wretched one ! for thou art ^Id to sin ? Yea., though the gate of God stands wide, thou canst not enter in ; How canst thou with this heavy load of agravated guilt ? In vain to thee d Saviour calls, iavaiffi his blood was spilt ! Within thy fles-hly heart there dveHs an inbred stone of woe,. Which drags thee down when thou would'st rise, which fixes thee below. Thou canst not break the yoke of sin which on thy neck is bound : Thou canst not burst the fettering brass which closeth thee arouad. And thou wilt lose the earthly good, by seeking heavenly gain ; Wnt spend thy days in bitterness, and sink at last in pain. Up, up ! and shake this mood away from thy desponding heart ; ^ The earth is full of gain and glee, be up and share a part. THE SOUL. Thou cruel tempter! hie thee hence, though I am sold to sin, God^s gate of mercy opes for me, and I must enter in. Yes, he himself will break thy yoke, and take thy bonds away ; Thy brazen bands shall be as flix, in God's joy-giving day. He^s stronger than the strong man armed, who holds my soul in thrall.— 'W i No. 61 CONFLICTS. 119 O Lord, behold my helpless state ; save me I Thou art my All. THE TEMPTER. Think' St thou that God will hear thy prayer ? Thy cries to him are vain. Thy sins are mighty — far too great for- . giveness to obtain. Why has he not released thy soul, when thou hast cried before ? Know then, God hears not such as thee, thy day of grace is o'er. Could God be holy and forgive a wretch so base as thou I Thy heart is sin and stubborness and brass has been thy brow. 120 CONFLICTS. No. 61 it' THE SOUL. I tremble, O thou wUy one, yet hear niy Saviour speak, Come unto Me whoever will, and ye shall find who seek.- And though my 8i„« are magnified 1 even unto heaven ; O Lord Fwgive my grievous .vickednesa ' ac- cording to thy word. THE TEMPTER. Thy prayers are but deceitful breath. come only from thy lips . Look at tliy base ingratitude, and think of all thy slips ! How sweet was wickedness erewhile, and thou wilt love it yet • Vile worm, thou diest! thou canst not "ve, for God can not forget! No. 61 CONFUCTS. 121 Can he be just and thou escape ? take such as thee to heaven? No, no! such grace is not bestow^; tliou canst not be forgiven. THE SOUL. TUy fiery darts, O cruel one, wound wie with stinging pain, Y«t from the burning mouth of hell, I look to Heaven again.-" My conscience and my deadly foe, my deeds before me lay ; » Lord* I confess that I am all that my accusers say. Yet, Lord, I would forsake m3^elf, and cleave to thee alone ; Taking me wholly to the grace and re- fuge of thy throne. N these clouds, And iihe silent shadows of time, which fall "With a power and gloom that covers all Earth's busy crowds. > s mm^ No. 63 STANZAS. 127 Beyond these skies Where burning suns are thickly strown As sands on the shore of the ocean lone Fair worlds arise. O who shall walk That beautiful undiscovered shore, Where voice of weeping is heard no more. And the happy talk ? Youth shall outlast Thick-falling years, aye banking bright Aa stainless snows in the golden light Of the storied past. Redeemer, Friend ! Heaven is for those who come to thee. Tf 128 HE A VEK No. 64 For where thou art there thine shall be Days without end. Yes, from thy tomb The glorious light of hope has burst. And a voice that reaches to the worst « Is crying, Corae ! O come, O come. From sin, from sorrow and way of hell Come and be blest, and ever dwell With Christ at home. 64 Heaven. Amazing and rapturous thought! Shall we dwell with the ransomed above* With the hosts of the countless blood bought, In the kingdom and mansions of love? f^ No. 64 HE A VEN. 129 What glories undreamed wait us there » What marvels of infinite might ! What joys beyond thought or compare At the source of all blessing and light* We shall see our Gord Father above. And our Brother the kind one and dear. Who bowed down the heavens in love, Who wept and who died for us here. O thought, how transporting and f\ill Of eternity glory and bliss ; Vast cycles can never annul The relish the beauty the peace. weeping ones, chastened each day, We are passing beneath the kind rod : But our Father will lay it away, When we reach the high home of our God. u^'ims^mt UM i tmirr mm 130 HE A YEN. No. 65 And sweeter, far sweeter will be For our chastiserient sorrows and tears The song of the joyous and free Through the train of eternity's years. Cheer, faint heart, and cliinb with a song Rough passes that lead thee to God. The darkness and storm may last long, But the shield of the promise is broad. Salvation's assurances come Like angels to strengthen our feot, Till we reach to our God and our home, And our Saviour and absent ones meet. No. 65 SIMILITUDE. 131 65 Similitude. As, midst a chamber's light-excluding walls, Qn the prepared, mysterious tablet falls An image beauteous, which can ne'er depart ; So rests Thy glorious image on the heart. Moments or days may ask to bring it forth, Or draw the veil that quite obscures its worth ; Yet in fidelity the form is there ; The veil shall drop, and it arise how fair ! 10 132 SIMILITUDE. No. 65 The heart, this heart must be by grace prepared ; All adamant unpolished rough and hard. Vainly on its unaltered nature falls The light of God amidst ita dreamy walls. Break from the tomb, O lineaments divine, In this sepulchral heart arise and shine ; Imperishably photoghaphed appear. Washed from^ neglect and night by many a tear* Like Mary, to the sepulchre I come To ser my Saviour risen from the tomb. I hasten in this day of death and woe, Embrace thy feet and will not let thee go. J No. ee DECLENSION. 183 QQ Declension, ZiON is languishing; the showers Descend not on her drooping flowers, Coldness and gloom oppress the hours, O, Lamb of God, behold. Behold: Come not in wrath, draw near in love. The deadness from our hearts remove, And fill with life untold. The solemn feast, the sacred place, Lonely, and in desertion lays ; Shed from thy throne reviving grace ; O, Lamb of God, behold. Behold: Descend and visit us in love, The evil and its cause remove, And warm to life the cold. 134 DECLENSION. No. 66 Where joyful multitudes adored. How few attend to hear the word, How few to wait upon the Lord; O, Lamb of God, behold, Behold: In anger come not, but in love ^Icy indifference remove, Revive with grace untold. Where faith its triumphs once detailed Where love and unity prevailed, Oft has forbearing kindness failed, O, Lamb of God, behold. Behold. Come not in wrath, draw near in love. These evils from our hearts remove. And fill with peace untold. Light of the morning, break and shine. Breathe, Heavenly Breath, upon this vine ; 4;^.. No. 66 DECLENSION. 135 Fall, sacred showers, with life divine ; O, Lamb of God, behold, Behold : Come thus with blessings, come in love. Descend to pardon- not reprove, Enrich with choicest gold. Desiring crowds will gladly meet To bow and worship at thy feet ; Angels will fly with tidings sweet : O, Lamb of God, behold, Behold : Come to our midst with pardoning love In pity save, inspire and move. And fill with joy untold. See ! garments beautiful bedeck, And chains of gold adorn the neck : Hark! joyful songs exulting break; 136 REVENGE, No. 67 O, Lamb of God, \y\.M. Behold Come thus to save, draw near in love, Discord and deadness shall remove And heavenlv life unfold. 67 Rcveim-e. ? rt^' Tiiou hast been wronged? Well let it pass, Tis but an atom of the mass Which every day's experience brings Of this bad world's perplexing things. The natural heart with all its show Conceals a bitter fount below. Alas — altis ! the poisoned spring, Vet — and agyin is issuing. %Vould*st thou retaliate ? Ah no j .Be noble, let it not be so; .1 [37 No. 67 BYiMN. 137 I, ' Twere most unworthy of this state. In which 'tis thine to watch and wait, To bear — forbear, be gentle — kind; To others' failings almost blind : Ivcturning good even when unsought. And suffering ill but doing not. And wonld'st thou still that wrong re- sent ? And know'st thou not thou shalt re- pent In this a double injury Inflicted on thy foe and thee ? Because he errs should'st thou too err? Forgive and be the happier : Resentment is thy deadliest foe, Armed to the teeth to lay thee low» O inconsiderate mortal ! pause, Think of thy Maker's broken laws, 138 PSALM 88. No. 68 H |i m Each passing day has left its stains, And yet the Holy One refrains. And wilt thou still the more provoke Until his dreadful anger smoke ? Forgive— and pray to be forgiven : So Shalt thou live and enter Heaven. Psalm 88. A PARAPHRASE, Lord God of my salvation, day and night Before thee I have cried: O let my prayer ascend into thy sight. Nor turn my quest aside : For I am full of troubles, and my life Draws near the grave, the bourn of earthly strife. No. 68 PSALM 88. 139 Counted with those who go into the pijt, My glorious strength is fled The slain are with me, and around me sit, As inmates with the dead. Lo, thou hast cut them off, they are for- got. Earth tramples o'er them, thou regard^ est not. Lord, thou hast laid me in the lowest crypt Of darkness and the deeps : Thy dreadful wrath around my soul has swept, Assails in thunderous heap#. Companion-lover-thou hast reft away. And made me their abhorrence day by day. 140 PSALM 88. No. 68 O Lord, why dost thou thus cast off my soul? . Why hidest thou thv face ? Thy terrors fierce in fiery billows roll ; As furious lions chase My helpless spirit, all unlriended dri- ven, As if forsaken by benignant Heaven. St! Imprisoned, through the bars I look away While tears run down my cheek : Lord, I have called upon thee every day, Have stretched my hands to seek Thine aid. Wilt thou show wonders to the dead ? Shall they arise and sing from earth's cold bed? No. 68 PSALM 88. 141 O shines Thy lovingkindness in the .grave } Or thy sure faithfulness, Will it from strong complete destruc- tion savv? ? That state of hojjelessness ^ Lord, shall thy wonders in tlic dark be spread ? Thy righteousness amidst the pulseless dead ? But in the morning shall go up my -13rayer, Moving thy gracious ear, Ascending irom the border of despair, The glens of doubt and fear. Lord, thou wilt hear, thy love will not delay ; It comes, and all my griefs are chased away. 142 A SONG. No. 69 69 Abide With Me. Come in, my Saviour, and sup with me. Though all unworthy the mansion be And crowded already with many a guest Who fill me with shame, and mar my rest. Come in, my Lord, my helper be, O cast them out and abide with me. Oft have I urged them hence with pain Have driven them out, but they come again, And mocking my desolate heart, in- trude Anon o!i its saddest solitude. Come in, my Lord, my helper be, O cast them out and abide with me. No. 69 A SONG. 143 There is unbelief augments my woe. Tells me my Saviour stoops not so low Disturbs my rest and would make me afraid Of the arm on which I should be stayed. Come in, my Lord, my helper be, O cast it out and abide with me. And the lusts that seem but half sub- dued. Return again with strength renewed, And wound me oft with secret smart, Till I flee to my Saviour with bleeding heart. Come in, my Lord, my helper be, Cast out my foes and abide with me. Bring every desire of my soul to own Allegiance to thee, to thee alone; IffTff 144 A SONG. No. 69 Subject in all things to thy will, Delighting to do it, at peace and still. Come in, my Lord, my helper be. Subdue my heart and abide with me. Draw me with bands of love, my Lord Comfort and stay me with thy word.. Let me cast myself and every care On those arms which hosts of worlds upbear. Come in, my Lord, my helper be. Renew my heart and abide with me. Stranger than hell or tlie sullen grave,- Is thy word which has gone forth to- save ; I'hat word great Teacher, I would trust And rise to Thee from sin and dust. Then come, my Lord, my helper be. Cast out my fo^s and abide with me. No. 70 70 ELIJAH. ElpL 145 Who bows on Carmers top, His visage hidden by each shading palm? No cloud obscures the sky, nor threats the calm; While, on the western slope, As from a furnace roof impinge the rays: So hath it been for days. Is this the man who late Laughed at the priests of Baal ? Can this be he ? They gashed themselves in their ex- tremity. Judged to a bitterer fate. And now he hides his face ; and one in haste Runs o'er the scorched hill's waste . I 146 ELIJAH. No. 70 Only perhaps an hour Hath lengthened out the shade upon the dial, Since he approached the altar of his trial ; And with a prophet's power Asked God, and fire — which fell before their eyes, Burnt the drenched sacrifice. The water in the trench And^stones served but for fuel. The people cried, **The Lord is God!" and Baal's prop- hets died; Their guilty blood did drench The thirsty valley, poured out like a sea. For vile idolatry. . No. 70 ELIJAH. 147 He prophesied of rain Before fierce Ahab. Doth the rain de- lay? Who stands on topmost peak and looks away? He runneth back again ; Coming like one on anxious mission: sent, Swiftly and somewhat bent. "Master, I see no cloud! The sky is clear and fiery, and the heat Kindles the stones that scorched my hasty feet." With head yet deeply bowed, Hand-covered face that rests between his knees, Far forth the Prophet sees. * 11 148 ELIJAH. No. 70 He said, **Go yet seven times." Oh, words of import unto sinking hearts ! Thus wafted fragrance out at sea im- parts ^ Note of approaching climes : Isles of ripe fruitage nestling in the Deep ; For which we wish and weep. In sorrow hast thou gone To gather garlands fresh from God's displays. Laboring and looking carefully for days Over the high heaped stone ; The red ray beating on thy hapless head, While fail thy brooks unfed ? 149 ELIJAH. No. 70 Cease not : yet seven times go. The cloud of promise surely will arise Small as a hand in the unpillared skies ; And wide and far below, Will fall the cooling life-imparting showers, Gladdening for hours. Oh voice of earnest prayer, How it can move the Hand that moves the spheres, And call down golden succours to our tears : And, ere we are aware, Set us upon a mountain top of God, In gladness bright and broad. *?r"5 150 FIiJW VOW EH 71 Few Toices. Fkw voices hath the smitten heart ; Though many whispers round it wako Its silent communings are deep, Jts tears are hidden if it weep. Its thoughts like lone low billows break. Few voices ha^h the smitten heart, Though many forms in vision rise ; They may be beautiful and bright With more than mortal love and light, The rainbow tints of summer skies. But that which once deep welcome gave To greenwood, hill and moonlit wave, To hope and jay; and that sweet charm Which flings o'er all a radiance warm— Tliat soul of bliss, hath passed awa y, Leaving sad vestige of decay : No. 71 FI^:\V VOWPJS. 151 ThoughtH which are ^vithorcd as the wood Tliinj^H wliiuh have waBtt'd rh the flood; Sad rolics! which alone declare That joy and bloHsiug have been there. Vainly the earth, O smitten heart, Offers a halm to heal thy bruise ; Its joys are disappointing things, Its golden hopes have sombre wings. False is the choicest light it strews. Vainly the earth, O smitten heart, Appoints its specious times to heal. Then whither, whither wilt tiiou loolt ? One Hook alone, one ancient Booii, Can something for thy aid reveal. Volume of beauty, power and light ! Its radiance streams along the night. That book, God's ample, glorious book n m r 152 THE BOCK. No. 72 Brings grace and healing for thy stroke, Unlocks a hall of weaitn to thee, Limitless as eternity. Light unapproachable, hath made That holy word, its softened shade. Kindness unspeakable, therein , Lifts the lost soul Irom death and sin. 72 The Rock. There is rest for the pilgrim In a dry and scorching land. It is found beneath the shadow Of the great rock at hand. The mid day snn looks redly. Pours forth its burning beams ; It drinks the wasted river, It drains the sandy streams It has charred the scanty verdure No. 72 THE ROCK. 153 That fringed the desert sands ; It binds the arid desert With fierce and fiery bands : But there's refuge for the pilgrim On this hot and pathless land; It is found beneath the shadow Of a great rock at hand. There is hope for the pilgrim In life's desert scorched and dry Pressed with pain and fainting Beneath a scorching sky. Streams of cooling water ; Perchance he fails to see. Follow in his journey, Sweet waters, flowing free. A secret place of shelter In a high and glorious Rock, 154 ALL. No. 73 Where the searching beams and tem- pest In their fury fear to look. There is refuge for the pilgrim In this wild and vveary land, It is found beneath the shadow Of this great Rock at hand. 73 All. In the hour of need the sorest, Succour me, O Thou who borest Direful pangs and indignation For thy peoples' full salvation. Prostrate at thy feet I fall, I am nothing, thou art All. Holy One, the best and kindest. Bind me as thy sheep thou bindest, No. 73 ALL. 155 With the bands of love and favor, Golden bands that last forever. Prostrate at thy feet I fall, I am nothing, thou art All. Lord, thou art my refuge glorious, Thou my Rock make me victorious ; Lift me by thy saving Spirit, Till thy purchase I inherit. Prostftite at thy feet I fall, I am nothing, thou art All. Standing on the mingled ocean , Midst the saved, with sweet emotion ; Waving palms, and harps the golden, Where victorious chant is holden. Rapturous at thy feet I'll fall, LeMs than nothing, Thou art All. 156 CONTEMPLATION. No. 74 IHj 74 Contemplation. Observe the bright hosts of the star- spangled sky. Suns luminous sands, on its silent shores lie. Thought, wearied and baffled, returns from its flight To the nearest which glints through the casement of night. Who can tell their vast numbers ? un- erringly trace Their orbits and change in the bosom of space ? Or fathom the deeps of one glowing abyss ? Or one wisp of its splendor compell to confess ? % No. 74 CONTEMPLATION. 157 There the hand of Omnipotence lately hath been ! There the change and the rushings of splendor is seen ; Clouds of light swiftly swept with the storm- bearing blast, Inexpressibly fleet, inconceavably vast. Overpassing the speed and the splendor ot thought: Time itself seems o'erleaped, and space crumbles to nought. Central glories, that swim in a neb- ulous haze. * Changing stars, on the pharos of won- derful ways ; God knoweth their secrets, — He calls by its name Each system; each orb, every seperate flame. 158 CONTEMPLATION, No. 74 Impels their vast masses, assigns each its place, With its motions and laws, in the in- finite space. O wisdom the wondrous ! Nor great things alone, But the least, to the wonderful Maker is known. Every atom is fashioned with exquisite skill, It cries to the doubting, Believe, and be still. Each breathing of perfume the spring- time awakes, Each dust of the petal the summer wind shakes, Each infinitesimal atom he scans : Sees deep in its heart and sees also in man s; No. 75 FAITH, 159 Beholds in the distance each thought thou wilt think While walking this lovely earth's em- erald brink Knows each motion of soul, counts each hair of thy head ; Not the least unregarded, unnoticed is shed. Skill, wisdom and might, walk in vest- ments of state, And the least thing of all cries aloud, God is great. 75 Increase My Faith. Increase my faith ; O Thou the only good, increase my faith. Subdue beneath my feet, sin, hell and death ; !: i 160 FAITH. Na. 75 Make me triumphant o'er my bitterest foes, And with a smile await life's certadtt close. O Lord, increase my faith. Increase my faith : How small how faltering is it even yet : How oft distrusting, hasting to forget Deliverances and mercies manifold, Prayer answers set in costly types of gold: Master, increase my faithr Increase my faith : I know indeed that thou haat heard me oft, it No. 75 FAITH. 161 Hast answered me with voice the still and soft, Gave what I asked, regarding my re- quest ; Or did for me the good that was the best : Yet, Lord, increase my faith. Increase my faith; For when my sore unworthiness I see, Like Peter, from the Ship on Galilee, Walking vexed waters, sinking in the wave : I also sink, yet crying, Master, save ! Save, Lord, increase my faith. 162 FAITH. No. 75 Increase my faith. Increase even as a grain of mustard seed, Reaching the limit of extremest need, Exalting in thy righteousness to hea- ven, To see Thy face, and rest with the forgiven. Master, thus crown my faith. It! i I IPART SECOND.^ BAPTISMAL SOJfGS: OGCASIONAL. From the jewelled Golden City, O'er the pavements rich and glowing, Where the living tides are flowing, Crowned, and robed in dazzling white- ness — There the Lord God is the brightness- From this golden jewelled City Voices float of love and pity. To the Land where joy shall blossom Let us onward, on together, God the Lamb invites ns thither ; To the ever beauteous mansions 12 I! 164 GOLDEN CITY. No. 76 In the kingdom of expansions, Where our budding hopes shall bloss- om Sweetly on Emmanuel's bosom. Take thj^ cross and follow ever ^ Where the good Chiaf Shepherd lead- eth, Go where'er his flock he feedeth, O'er the rough ways and the even Till thy worn feet enter heaven. Hope devoutly, follow ever, Through the wave and o'er the river. There comes night and there come» morning, Darkhess closed in sparkling wonders, Peradventure storms and thunders : But thy Lord keeps watch from hea- ven. No. 76 GOLDEN CITY. 165 Gently fall the dew& at even. There is night, but cometh morning. Morn without a ni^ht roturning. In the City gemmed and golden. Where the saved have sweet employ. ment, Tasting every blest enjoyment ; Walk with holy contemplation By the river of salvation ; In the City gemmed and golden, Sv eet communion will be holden. There the toils of life are ?nded. And its throbbing and its sighing, And its sinning and its dying. Grant to us, O Lord, the favor. Where thou art to be forever : When our toils and days are ended Let our joy with thine be blended. 1 166 SPEING. No. 77 "i 1 77 Spring. Thy smiles in this spring-time sur- round us * This fragrant and blossoming spring : But the wild where benificence found us, Nor fragrance nor blossoms could bring. ' Twas the glen of a blind ruined nature, Where the sunlight of reason is veiled; Where love to a bounteous Creator, Like a stream unreplenished had failed. He led us about, he instructed, Gave eyes to discover new things ; Delivered, and kindly conducted, As an eagle uplifted on wings. No. 77 SPRING, 167 Till here on, the marge of this river. We come his command to obey : We view where the crystal waves cover The wonderful grave where he lay. Thou, of ten thousand the fairest, Son ot David, and Saviour divine ! For me thou hast suffered and carest, 1 follow, and claim Thee as mine. And as I emerge from the river. This laver ot crystal most pure. Enshrine me, and strengthen forever To fight the good fight and endure. 168 78 THE CROSS. No. 78 The Cross. SAvroFR, thou the word hast spoken, Grantinrr Hfe and offorin^r grace, Sealing it by sacred token, To the whole of Adam's race j^ression On the cross for our trans Pressed with anguish hou wast nailed; Risen again for intercession, Having suffered and prevailed. Here we lowly bow, submissive, Take thy yoke and bear thy cross ; Waiting for the day decisive, Counting all the earth but loss. By thy work of love and anguish Freely borne for us the poor. No. 79 BY THIS FA'R &lc. 169 i^tren^then us where'er we lanpruish Help us hardness to endure. Natures strength If unavailing. Ail its efforts downwa) d tend • Strengthen us by grace prevailing, Make u conquerors in the end. To thy name shall be the glor} In our hearts and at the Throne, While we tell salvation's story, And the Lord is God alone. 79 By this fair flowiag. By this fair flowing stream we meet, 'Neath these still heavens and gl dous sun; Here in this beautiful retreat To do as our dear Lord has lone. ■t w ^ K I John was baptizing midst the hills, In Jordan's clear meandering wave; When He who came to bear our ills ' Went down into the watery grave. The cooling stream around them ran. And he was there immersed by John; The Lamb of God, the lowly Man, The King of Kings and Lord alone. Now we are willing to obey, And with him at the last would be ; We look around to find the way, « And lo he answers, Follow me. Let others do what they prefer, Turn from the path they plainly see, Lord, be it ours thy voice to hear, We will arise and follow Thee. No. 80 FOLLOW. 80 Follow. The beautiful river is flowing Sweetly, sweetly. The days of our lives are going, Fleetly, €eetly, Our Saviour's voice is falling. Follow, follow ; In tenderest accents calling. Follow, follow. Down went He into the water, Jesus the holy; We follow thee through the water Meekly and lowly. Close to thy wounded side keep us ; Jesus, Master; Till silent earth o'erheap us, Jesus Master. 171 172 OBEDIENCE. No. HI Till we see tliy face in heaven, Jesus ^Master ; And shout with the liosts forgiven, Jesus, Master! Where all thy purchased assemble, Raised to bless thee ; With hearts that have ceased to tremble Redeemed to bless thee. 81 Obedience. O HAPPY souls who hear the voice Of Jesus, from the mercy seat, Inviting them to heavenly joys. And thrones of honor near his feet ; Happy, who with obedience sweet, In duty*s paths are swift to move ; Their Master them with smiles will greet, Their souls accept, their work approve. O happy converts, see the way Vour condescending Jesus trod; In Joseph^s sepulchre he lay, Jiiit first :n Jordan honored God, Bowed in the wave on which he trod. Was buried in the water thus : - H^-while ail worlds obeyed his nod- Fulfilled all righteousness for us. S2 To Do Thy Will. On this green bank beside this tran- quil river To do Thy .will we come, Here where thy golden beams on waters quiver, Amidst thy summer's bloom : The breath that steals upon us speaks thy love, And all is fair around us and above, 174 TO DO THY WILL, No. 82 Master I the word of thy commandmeut written We hasten to obey We felt that we were lost and sorely smitten We sought thy face, thy way. Thou didst not scorn us in our agony, But smiled upon us, sayiiig, ** Follow me. »> Saviour, thy steps have been amidst the waters, Thy gentle voice we hear Plainly instructing all thy sons and daughters. And adding pledges dear, Obedience with salvation to it joined: We trust thy word and leave the world behind. No. 83 AT EVEN. 83 At Even. Gently the purpling day descends, Softly the fragrant zephyrs sigh. While here, a little band of friends Noticed by Thy benignant eye. We meet upon this peaceful beach Thy pure command to do and teach. Lord, what are we, poor, helpless, vile, Unworthy, i-^U- deserving ones. That thou on us shouldest deign to smile, Change us and place us with thy sons ? O matchless grace ! we thank, we bless Thy mercy and thy faithfulness. 176 AT EVEN. No. S^ Dear Saviour, thou hast marked the way, Hast gone thyself in/to €he wave ; Type of thy death we here display, And rise in symbol from the gra-ve^ Thy life death resurrection. Lord, Have life and hope to us re&tored. O that our rising from the strearo May be to live and love anew. To trace afar the golden beam This dark and dangerous valley through. Lord, let thy Vight arm be our guards Thyself our portion and reward. 1) )^--^ a-A^C (Ly^7^\ No. 84 A UTUMNAL. 177 84 Autumnal ' Tis but a whisper of the blast. And earth's deceitful charms are past; ' Tis but the rippling of a tide, And time and change no more abide* Life like this moving stream flows on ; Each of this group will soon have gone. Like leaves from an autumnal tree, To the eternal shoreless sea. So swift so evanescent seems A life of sorrows cares and dreams, And so insensibly appears The moir.ent that en .jlades its years. 178 AUTUMNAL. No. 84 But if this life is short in date, Lord, an untried enduring state Brings its impressive counsels near. And claims each earnest effort here. Lord, thou hast endless life to give. Hast said, Believe and ye shall live ; Take up the cross and follow me. And I the Truth will make you free. In Jordan's surging sacred breast We notice where thv foot-marks rest ; Will in thy high and holy name Be plunged beneath the yielding stream. ^o.H5 SUDDEN SHOWER. 179 ^ 85 Sudden Shower. Saviour, thy sky is lowering o'er us, The hour grows dusk, the ruins des- cend : But thou hast placed thy word before us, That loving word to which we bend. The jailer in the ancient prison, Trembled, believed, and was baptized: And we who know our Lord arisen, Would haste discreetly, thus advised. While in the ruffled stream descending. We thus profess thy holy name : While in its grave submissive bending, Grant us devotion's fitting frame. 13 ir 180 TREMBLING. No. 86 When from the typic tomb arising, O let it be to walk anew ; Assist us, Lord, with grace sufficing To aid us all our journey through. ; Shed richly thy anclnting Spirit To make us ever wholly thine : Unmitigated wrath we merit, The grace that saves us is divine. 86 Trembling. Lord, to a broken contrite heart, • To trembling doubts and searching fears, . The succours of thy grace impart, And rainbow light through showering tears. No- 86 TREMBLING, 181 This is the pathway Jesus chose, His feet went down into the wave : He — God with men, and Man of woes, Was buried first in Jordan's grave. ' Xo doubtful light illumes the road We follow no illusive guide We take thy yoke, our Saviour God, Obey thy word whatever betide. Now let us die to sin, and be Hidden within the typic grave, Triumphantly arise with thee And ever trust thy potver to save. !r 182 WINTER. No. 87 87 Winter. Winter has sealed the water*s face, Earth wears a bridal robe of snow ; Yet come we to this fitting place To seek the waves that hidden flow. 11 Here to observe that sacred rite Ordained by Him, the Crucified. We take his burden with delight, Rejoicing that for us he died. We tarry not for vernal gales To loose the stj:eam that moves be- low : The thought that cheers our heart, pre- vails O'er keener airs, and frost and snow. ^u. 87 WIN^E^ 183 The glittei ■ g snow is not so white As tiie luir <^iirment Christ bestows. Aid us to walk amidst thy li The strings ofhis lyre are unboiind. And the ft.endship affection hai chensncd, Hath kissed the dark dust of the ground. Time's shadow can claim no reviving • All, all IS most mute in the tomb • ' Ihere none for the mastery is striving,. And only destruction shall bloom, Had years been allotted thy spirit. i-artns records thy name had\,p- borne; r ""^1 111 208 COMMEMORATIVE. No, 9T But death has enshrouded thy merit ^ And those who have known thee must mourn. j So uncertain is life in its glv>ry, So certain our heritage — death : To-day but repeats the sad story. Existence seems only a breath. How quickly some enter the portal That leads from this strange world of dreams : Trust in Christ, and thou shalt be im- mortal, Where glory is all that it seems. No^ 98 E VENINO. 98 Evening. The evening is lovely, And, shining afar, In the west softly twinkles Eve's earliest star. The river is lagging In beauty along, And the grasshopper cheerily Sings its slirill song. The music of warblers Is hushed midst the wood ; But nature re-echoes The footsteps of God. He is walking in beauty Amidst the still night ; 209 •;^vf-' 210 ODES. To his ej'es never closing The darkness is light. No. 98 We do not discover him, Yet he is here ; All around us the marks Of his wisdom appear. «■ His skill made the flower That is shut at our feet And the fountain that flows From its shady retreat. He spread the blue heaven^ All countless with lights ; And provides for us kindly What hosts of delights ! And when, for our forfeit, His favor vras gone, ^o. 99 MORNING. To die to redeem us He sent forth his Son. O kindness the wondrous ! And shall we not love This Jesus who came, From the mansions above ? 99 Morning. Morning is breaking, Life is awaking In multiplied forms ; Soft music is ringing From birds sweetly singing. While insects and worms 15 ;aff^r '■;' i 212 MORNING. No. 99 All bask in the splendor : Each fails not to render Some tribute of praise, Some sign of thanksgiving X To God ever living, The God of all grace. ii In love and in kindness, Though night and though blindness, Me, me he has kept. How safely I slumbered Hours solemnly numbered ; While stealthily crept Armed ills : 1 was armless. They passed me all harmless ; Unmerited grace! No. 99 MOBNING. 213 What have I to render My careful defender? Or plead to his face For talents neglected, For favors rejected, Which conscience heeds well For heartless devotions, For sinful emotions What merit I ? Hell. O wonderful Father, Do thou the rather Change me, and make Within a right spirit Rich hopes to inherit, Which time cannot shake. 2U^_£^'F TO STBAY. No. 100 100 Easy to Stray. How easy it is to stray From the pleasant path of goo d ! How easy to run the flowery way ^ With the giddy multitude ! But danger lurks in every path, While muster the clouds of fiery wrath. Then guide me, Gracious One, In the safe the narrow way. My journey through life is just begun, ' Tis the dawning dusk and grey : Nor know I what perils I shall meet In the morning cool or the noonday heat. So easy it is to stray. Saviour, I thee implore To keep beside me all the way No. 101 AMIUTfON. 215 Till the journey of life is o'er ; Till toil be past and I shall rest Whore sin and care no more molest. 101 Ambition. When wild ambition prompts the heart, And earth's delusive fame allures ; When on the soul those raptures start Which time or chance or sin matures ; Oh think thou then, what best endures The still researches of thy heart, What lasting loving peace ensures, And from the tempting snare depart. The calm approval of thy mind Is the sweet potion in that cui) Which hath all bitterness combined, Which mortals mix, and man must siip. ! 1 M; ; I I I 216 AMBITION. No. 101 O be thou not the willing dupe Of cheating sin, whose end is woe; Nor to those arts and falsehood stoop Which long remorse would well fore- go. Ah, think not in thy lighter hour, A moment's joy repays the tear Which still must fall with burning power To make thy heart's youn,g foliage sere. Nor deem all blest who blest appear; The fleeting pleasure of the soul Is but a Ijlossom on a bier, A gleam on waves that wailing roll. What is a name unto the dead, If gained by evil or by shame ? If sin's bale light be round it shed, Unto the soul what is that name ? No. 102 CHEERFULNESS. 217 The soul that turneth whence it came, Abides the audit of its God : Oh is that cheating thing the same Wiien Justice lifts his awful rod? 102 Cheerfulness. > 'I'' Tis good to wear a cheerful brow, Whatever ills the heart molest ; Beneath whatever toils we bow, How ir the look of rest ! It is the sunbeam on the surge That loudly dashes on the shore, A spark of Heaven that lights its verge. And lives the conflict o'er No selfish motive prompts the smile That still an answering smile would seek, "^" ' *""r. ' ji-i i ." ' j,.. ' . ' i i ! 218 DA WIST. No. 103 The heaviness of woe beguile, And light another's cheek. But limning hope the gloom portrays With golden breaks and orient streak ; Each baffled quest with light arrays, And makes a gladness speak. And o'er the ocean of the soul Floats balm from green and clus- tering isles ; Comfort from Heaven obtains control, And life and promise smiles 'f 103 Dawn. Ix is the light of kindling day O see ! T • No. lOeS DAWN. 219 How those slow moving clouds that lay Over the hills so far away, Exchange their sombre tints for gold And wake in forms of richer mould. High mounts the glory from its nest; And yet, Like summer warbler it is drest In costly plumes and varying vest, AVhile hidden, slowly climbs the sun And morning yet is scarce begun. Did you ever chance to dream, O say. Your little heart with scarce a gleam, A cloud in such a dawn might seem. Ere yet the light has reached its fold Converting it to inolten gold? Tis so, indeed 'tis even so. How sad! n 11 1(1 L- ' M ii i il '220 FROCRASTTNATTON. No.104 ]Jut there's a Sun whose move not away. 107 Not by-Might. Not by might and not by power, Is the fettered soul made free ; Not the struggle of an hour Vanquishes eternally ; h r I! 230 THE WOULD etc. No. 108 Not by this weak arm, with pain, Is the soul's destroyer slain. But the High and Holy One, Dwelling in the endless days ; He that fought and he that won, Breaks the bands, attunes to praise. Heals the stripes, assumes tl load, Leads to Heaven the safe abode. Q-iSm 108 The World Passeth. We dwell not her« forever ; When other suns shall come, The silver cord must sever. The dust must be our home. Within that earth are sleeping The hosts of eldest years ; ^i^^Tflwl ^I'^'tBBSfli'^aHKtv"^** No 108 THE WORLD etc, 231 The inournful with their weeping, The fearful with their fears. The warrior's steel is rustino" Beside the regal crown, "Which from the brow once trusting Relentless hurled it down. But, pride and envy buried, Thus victor — vanquished — lie, The steel no longer serried, The sceptre mouldering nigh. Plebeian and patrician Commingle bone with bone ; Time writes its admonition : O'erthrowing and o'erthrown. The golden footed hours Will make the grave's nest green, Will plant the heart with flowers, W^ill change the anxious mien. I n 2^2 THE WORLJJptr. No. 108 What is the same forever? Day unto day gives place Lunations fill — but never Shall man renew his race. Stars shine and fade together, Suns tireless rise and set ; And dark and sunny weather Commingle gold with jet. As sunbeams' rosy fingers Around some crumbling wall, Where now no glad tone lingers Of those which filled that hall ; As silvery moonbeams tender, Thrown o'er the dark sea's surge ; So floats a far off splendor On eartli's remotest verge. ^r^m^mihmmmmmim^ Ao. lod CIJMBTNG. 233 109 Climbing. Over the mountain looks the sun, Dark clouds are gathering round him ; And yet the day is just begun : Why has the shadow found him ? So early ? Is it often so ? And doth that sun inherit woe ? O, child of-earth, I answer, No ! Those clouds are far beneath. Shadows have nought to do with him, His golden eye is never dim. Those clouds are but the wreath Which for a mjment hides his light With sable plumes of flying night. Night that is but a name. Climbing a mountain, hastens one ; Thick mists are falling round him': 234 CLTMBFNa. No. 109 His march to Life is just begun : Have storm and darkness found him? Thus early? Is it often so?-, And doth the Saved inherit woe ? O, child of earth, I answer, No ! Those clouds are from beneath. His earnest hope, his staff of faith, Will aid him at the pass of death : Those mists are but the wreath Which for a moment blind his sisrht : !ou' higher up the mountain height With molten gold will flame. "Wmmmmimmmm- No. no WHERE D08T &!.c. 235 110 Where dost Thou Hide, Beloved? Where dost thou hide, O Beloved! Whithor, O whither, would'st flee ? I awakt in the ni«;ht of my sorrow, And search, O thou Chiefest, for thee. Stoop from the throne of thy splendor, Enter tiiy garden of love : Scatter the cold night of weeping With morn in thy skirt from above. r ■ Com '3 with the early wind'^ breathin Wafting and waking perfume; All dewy and dropping with roses Which under thy footsteps will bloom. Fair birds in green branches will warble The eloquent song-s of d iijtfe»r.-. No. 116 ODES. 247 What doth the earth with lights ? — Hope has come down. — Ye weep it is but sorrow, Just the unsealing of the heart's well- spring, Only the dropping of the clouds that fling A doubt and presage o'er the soul's hoped morrow, And o'er the soul's well-spring. — And there is joy. Yes, now ye pain ed weepers, Let joy with plumage dipt in gold, come forth With summer songs : ye are of glorious worth, And joyfid destination. Be not sleepers, Arise, aspire henceforth. God giveth life. 248 JUVENILE 117 f The Lord Our Eigliteousness. Ko, I have nothing of my own, But I must cleave to Christ alone; Look for the pardon of my guilt To the dear bio )d on Calvary spilt. O precious blood, that can alone The sinner heal and sins atone, Yes, justify us and atoLe. All that I do is mixt with sin, M iiolie.vt works must cry, Unclean, My prayers fre but polluted breath. Provoking wrath, deserving death. But these to God through Christ I lift. The altar san- 1 fies the gift. Yes, both the giver and the g'*ft. -^^f^timmmmi^mumM^, [mmmdimm' No. 117 ODES. 249 Blest Sacrifice ! 'tis all in all. Low at thy feet, my Lord, I fall. Thy life, thy death, thy rising — these A God of holiness appease. Thy life thy death thy rising — are The things that save me from despair Yes, endless pain and strong despair. O, shine irom thine Anointed' s face With melting rays of love and grace ; Dispel the night of doubt and sin, And write thy love and grace within ; Remove the clouds of unbelief, Chase every fear, heal every grief: O Saviour, send me swift relief. Lord, I will think of all thy grace, Will meditate thy promises ; How full, how free, how manifold ! More precious each than gems & gold. 11 250 AUTUMNAL. No. 118 These, these my feeble hope sustain, Each with its Yea and its Amen, Thanks be to God for his amen 118 Autumnal Stanzas. The leaves are falling in showers On the breath of melodious hours ; They fall like beautiful flowers From the gorgeous forest tree. Reft and low they are lying, While the sweet soft air is sighins?,- "While an unseen Hand is dyeing Their sumptuous drapery. While the sunlight calm and golden With life and power enfoldcn. Its crystal Keep hath holden O'er the waves of a lucid sea. '-vt^^-mm^nmsm^ftmmt. *fiate*«*ii,*«#»» ^aJl^if No. 118 AUTUMNAL. 251 Frail forms ! they are gather' d to sleep- ing* Where dust its darkness is keeping, "While mountain rills are weeping Old tones of minstrelsy. Thus beautiful when they perish Are the joys we fondly cherish, Rich leaves of this hour — they perish, Gorgeous, exceedingly. All that is earthly is dying, And dust makes no replying To bosoms vaguely sighing For sure felicity. But a volume old in glory Speaks through the shadows hoary. I- i I. f ; iU- 1*1 252 ASK. No. 119 Telling a marvellous story Of lii'e trom Calvary. The highest Heaven is bending, Lo! Life's great Lord, descending To purchase life unending On the astonished tree. 119 Ask, and ye shall Eeceive. Ask — Hast thou told us, Lord, indeed To ask of thee the things we need ? To stand upon thy footstool here. And tell our wants to reach thine ear ? Can it be possible that thou, To whom vast clouds of angels bow, No. 119 ASK, 253 J And holy hosts their faces veil. Wilt hear a sinful mortal's tale? Can it be possible thou wilt Incline thine ear to earth and guilt ? Note every tear that wets the cheek, And hear when dust and ashes speak ? Yesl thou wilt hear, O God the Lord, Wilt hear according to thy word ; Wilt be exalted in the grace Exten^led to a fallen race. Then hear us, con ll 272 SONGS, No. '126 Through the hearens thick and hazy, I would L "»p e, Hope is written in the volume Of the heart — ^how broad I Plainly in the ^^slbI and golden, Glorix)us, holy Book of God. Light has burst the bands asunder. Gleams the broken masses ope ; Lofty flashes crown the orient : There is hope. 126 Eemember. E-EMEMBER thy Creator In thy joyful time of spring; While distant days of evil No sign portentous fling. No. 126 SONGS. 273 While the sad years draw not nigh thee , When thy weary heart shall say : I have no pleasure in them, Nor ask for their delay. While yet earth's cheering objects Are painted on thy sight ; And the dazzling orbs of heaven In all their glorious light. Before the day be darkened, And after falling rain Returns the wind with rudhings, And clouds come back again. Then the keepers of the castle Will tremble with dismay, Bowing before the forces That wrest their wealth away. I« ^ 274 SONGS, No. 126 All music s charming daughters For sorrow will be mute ; The windows closed and darkened, The silent doors be shut. Think now of thy Creator Amidst the flowery spring, Ere sorrow or disaster The time of trial bring. t. i Ere the golden bowl be broken. Or loosed the silver cord ; Or vase at fountain shattered That can not be restored. Then shall dead dust be hidden Beneath the green, low sod ; Then shall the living spirit Return unto its God . No. 127 TEMPEST. 275 127 The Tempest. Loud was the tempest: around the Bark Fierce crested billows were rolling dark, Tossing the great ship wild and fast, As a fallen leaf in autumnal blast, Like an angry lion roused the Night, Mane black and fiery eyes of light. Fiercely on close reefed spar and mast Red lightning blazed and swiftly passed, And rumbling thunder shook the deep, As the waters were hurtled heap on heap While the vessel was tossed and plunged on its way, Startling the stoutest with dismay. ' In the cabin a lady and her knight: And the lady trembled with wild af- fright : 19 276 SONGS. No. 127 But o'er her lord passed no emotion, From the plunging bark and the tur- bulent ocean, From the flaming clouds and the crash- ing peal, Daunting the stout ones armed in steel. \ **Thy cheeks pale not, thine eyes are calm As the wafted tones of a trusting psalm I What makes thy heart so peaceful and light In the dismal storm and the driving night? Midst the surges that lash us reft of sail, Like gossamer in the sportful gale." He drew his bright sword from its rest* Suddenly held to the lady's breast No. 127 SONGS, n As if about to piorce it deep: slirieks she wil lly, does she weep ? ** My heart is dauntless, for I feel The hand that holds the deadly steel. The fierce devouring tusk of s^ ife, Never could harm me for its hie. The steel that has routed the murder- ous band, Its threat is from a friendly hand : 1 am safe in that husband's changeless love, Hence the act dismaying fails to move/' "Dear one! I also turn not pale, Knowing the Hand that holds the gale, The scathing lightning and the peal, The wave that dashes our helpless keel, The watery deluge and the rain, And the rushing force that heaps the main. ammt IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) y ^ '^O y 1.0 Lr I.I "iia .6 u 1.25 1.8 JA III 1.6 V] <^ /i / m^ ^ w (Pi /ym % <^ y # 0^/A Photographic Sciences Corporation 23 WEST MAIN STREET WEBSTER, N.Y. M580 (716) 872-4503 # [V V \\ 'i^ < m^ m f/j I i i i ! i 278 TWO RIVERS, No. 128 That Hand has rescued me, I know, From endless bale, from mundane woe. Loud bursts the storm : let billows roll, Nor storm nor wave disturb my soul ' Though dreadful the sword flames from above, I am safe in a Father's changeless love/' Exalted hope ! thrice glorious trust Which frees the soul from shackles of dust; And while days with ceaseless changes fleet ^ Seats it at peace by its Father's feet. 128 The Two Rivers. Earth's streams of pleasure glitter As on this life they roll ; No. 128 TWO RIVERS. 279 Casting a ray most winning Upon the journeying soul. Come and drink, O Mortal ! Songs from the Kiver say. Ere Death with ponderous portal Exclude you from the day. This moment is the bounteous, The future may not come ; Seize the glowing Present, For flowers grow o'er the (;omb; But joy and wealth and glory Evade its dim recesses : Hope has no history there, And kindness no caresses. God's streams of pleasure glitter. As on this life they roll : A River full and golden, Meandering near the soul. ^m 280 TWO lUVEES. No. 128 Conie and drink, Immortal! Songs on the waters say. Ere l^eath with its black portal Exclu le the jewelled ray. Now is thy time of wisdom ; The golden signet set ; Now is thy timi3 of sowing: The harvest is not yet. Long years extend beyond thee, Thro' scenes which must be known, When earth like mist has vanished, And time. has been o'erthrown. Shun the earth's drowning stream, Avoid its dire abvsses • Woe dates its history thence, And wails o'er sad excesses. THE EXHUMED MINER. A rOE3I. Many years since, on opening a mining shaft which had been closed for a long time, the body of a young man, in a state of complete preserration is said to have been discovered. None knew him or had even heard of the accident which caused his death. At length however an old woman tottering xuith extreme age, came forioard from the crowd who recognized him as her betrothed lover. Yes, thou hast housed for many years In the dark earth excluding fears ; That earth which all of life must press In long and lov/ forgetfulness ; And there be hid, and there be changed, Even from all living forms estranged, m lii Which never can one wish behoove. Shut out from motion light and breath; To be whate'er we deem of death. But this appears not yet thy lot : Although thou seemest quite forgot, For none among the gathered crowd Can rise and claim thee for the shroud Or breathe thy fate, or name thy name; Although thou risest still the same, And on thy yet un wasted cheek There only lacks life's flushing streak • That sanguine tinge, which comes and goes, With loves and bliss, with fears and woes. Blending the feelings of the heart, Till lifers bewildering scenes depart. Oh, Woman ! thou art bent with age, In Sorrow's lengthened pilgrimage ; ' A POEM. 283 And now thou totterest on the brink Of the old earth, about to sink. Why should'st thou tax the weary limb > What canst thou know or dream of him ? Why should'st thou fix thy faltering gaze, As peering in the cave of Days ? Jkit lo I the tear stands in her eye. And lo her bosom heaves a sigh, A tremor flashes through her frame The truth has burst — he is the same ! A few short weelcshad seen them wed- They rise— the living and the dead. How thne has changed the maiden grace Which lived upon that withered face ! And stolen the ringlets as they curled Like fair vines of a fairer world. But thou — the Lover— -years have not 284 A POEM. Passed o'er the change that death has wrought ; Youth bends above thy hearscless brow Which changed at once and pales not now, Nor seems as that which pass'd away, Or takes the nature of decay. Ah, who can know how many a thought Is with thy bosom's web enwrought ; And how thou conjurest up to thee. In fancy's potent sorcery, Those choice impressions of the heart, That fondness which may not depart, But long survives to breathe its spell However unavailable. Thou picture&t days of starry sheen Which were thy hope, and should have beea, A POEM. 285 When he — thy lover — gently pressed, Should share the transport of thy breasts And cheer thee on the stormy road That leads to Death's obscure abode. All this is o'er yet thus ye meet : One heart that beat, has ceased to beat, And one that beats hath ceased to glow With life's quick, ardent, youthful flow. And oh ! how time hath poured its scorn On life's abode and beauty's morn ! Yet , Woman, sure thou mock'st that form Which late hath bow'd it to the storm ; 286 A POEM. Thou standest strangely by his side — No, thou could*8t ne'er have been his bride ! I Alas, how dark a tale may roll Its floods of sorrow round the soul, And mock the heart through many years. With that it is — but not appears. And surely fancy's wildest dream Might seem more sooth than that ye seem. O, Woman ! in thy withered eye Griefs fountain fails not seems not dry. The heart's red waters changed to tears. Flow on and flow to latest years ! As if they would not, could not fail, i T MiMail A POEM. 9.S1 While grief or life were left to wail, And oh, that feeling how severe. Which found in earth no word nor tear When life's fair hope, which freshly stood, Was nipt and blighted in the bud: When thy fair Bark at sea went down Without an omen or a frown: When on thy morn's refulgent light. Fell midmost starless, lampless, night. Yet Woman ! thou the shock withstood And wander' d on in widowhood. Perhaps some gentle gleam of God Illumed the painful path you trod ; Peirhaps that Arm of holy love Came gently reaching from above. Whate'er it was that gave the power. 288 A POEM. Thou yet hast jourieyed to this haur, To greet thy Lover once again, Where hope is dead and life is vain. Strange is this scene :— but yet more^ strange Will rise earth's last event and change } When from sarcophagus and dust — The sea that ne'er betrayed its trust — Vapours impalpable— -the air Wafting its Irophies every where, O nevi and wonderful surprise ! A host — nay! myriads shall rise. Not like this corse resembling life,. But fiird with vigor gushing rife. Each power, for suffering or delight, Kevivod with an immortal might. The patriarch with his load of years : The infant with its hour of tears : utm A FOEM. 289 The haughty monarch used to state, The beggar crouching at his gate : The mummj' of earth's earlier day Redeemed from lean and long decay. O strange assemblage ! all mat e'er Of men inhaled earth's vital air, All meet — yet each as if alone Standing before the Great White Throne. Terrific Throne of stainless white, With truth insufferably bright ! Midst flaming worlds and trembling hearts, Whilst with loud thunderings time de- parts ; When earth and sky — the imposing Vhole, Are wrapt together as a scroll, 290 A POEM. i i And right divides the hosts of men, O where shall be my dwelling then ? Graat God — the Judge — yet King of Grace, Grant me with joy to see thy face. Washed in thy blood, which once was spilt, From every taint of eartk and guilt : Clothed with that righteousness of thine, At thy right hand rejoice and shine. And, life and death and judgment o'er, Dwell where thou art for evermore. INDEX. Page. Adored be the grace 23 Ah, why should hatred stir up hate 34 Affliction and darkness my 59 As I wander along in this valley 105 ii.mazing and rapturous thought 128 As midst a chamber's light 131 A tuft of mist in the morning 194 Ask — hast thou told us, Lord, 252 As from the golden orb of day 68 Beyond these clouds 126 By this fair flowing stream we 169 Casting your care upon him 42 Come in my Saviour, and sup 142 Come forth to the sunshine and 201 20 • t ; 294 INDEX. , \ Page* Dear Saviour could my heart rely 65 Discover now, my gracious God 89 Earth's streams of pleasure glitter 275 Fail not to pray 'tis God invites 56 Father in Heaven the only good 62 From thy burden and thy sorrow 78 Few voices hath the smitten heart 150 From the jewelled golden City 163 Foolish, corrupt, by sin enslaved, 240 Get thee up ! get thee up 90 Gently the purpling day descends 175 Girded to pass through many 189 Happy the man whose cautious feet 29 Hope hope and the tliickest shadow 40 Holy voice of dying love 75 How excellent Lord is thy 81 :^'«t| ku «*"^ *!fi^^ : 275 56 62 78 t 150 163 240 90 175 189 INDEX. How ea&y it is to stray How can I my follies conceal, 296 Page. 214- 226 In sorrow, Lord, to thee I look — In the fiercest fire of fining In the glorious Revelation Is there aught to cheer us In the hour of pressing need In the hour of temptation assist In the hour of need the sorest Increase my faith ; It rains. The gentle rain It is the light of kindling day; If the darkest shadow compassed Lord, I should not dare Lonely — lonely — Lord, how are my troublers Lord, Glorious One, where'er Listen my heart to the sweet 16 35 50 57 115 124 154 159 200 218 271 8 28 31 38 52 i'i 296 INDEX. h Page. Lord, to a broken contrite heart, 180 Lacerated — see them bleeding! 184 Lord God of my salvation day 138 Loud was the tempest around 275 May I in the Almighty trust 26 My dear Redeemer dost thou say 33 Morning is breaking, 211 ' Neath the still sweetest shade of 20 Not by might, and not by power, 229 No, I have nothing of my own, 248 O sing unto God a new song 7 O witness how good and how 10 O Shepherd the faithful and kind 70 O Lord, from my sin and my pain, 87 Observe the bright hosts of the 156 O happy souls who hear the ▼©ice 1 72 On this green bank beside this 1 73 n f i m-o^m CONTINUED. 297 Page. On the cheerless pavement lying 196 Over the mountain looks the sun, 233 Rise from the dust, O slothful one 19 Ride forth and conquer victorious 39 Rock of thy people O Holy and 77 Redeemer, didst thou once for me 239 Remember thy Creator 272 Redeemer, shield me sin allures 65 Sad, faint is my heart and 22 Saviour let my dwelling be 49 Storm rises on the clearest day, 191 Straight is the way Thou would'st 227 Saviour, thou the ^vord hast spoken 168 Saviour, thy sky is lowering o'er us 179 Thouorh distance divides us 3 To Thee my longing looks are given 1 1 The earth is fiUsd with varied form II 298 INDEX. Page. The morning breaks in beauty 18 The Lord!~-psalm97 15 The Lord is my shepherd indeed 18 There is a land of Beauty 44 There is a cloud of awful gloom 53 The world is changing : on its brow 72 ' Tis midnight and the darkness 84 Trust in God. The clouds may roll 97 There is a fount that brightb^ flows 99 The stars shall fade they into night 103 Thy word, O Lord calk forth the 107 Thou hast riven the veil which 110 Triumphantly ride 112 ihou hast been wronged well let 136 There is rest for the pilgrim 152 Thy smiles in this spring-time 168 The beautiful river is flowing 171 ' Tis but a whisper of the blast, 177 There are songs before the throne 187 m. CONTINUED. 299. Page The Earth is before thee, 203 The night of the grave hath shut 206 The evening is lovely, 209 'Tis good to wear a cheerful brow 217 ' Twas to myself I purposed, 220 There floats a vanity around 236 ' Tis night — the still and balmy 243 The leaves are falling iti showers 250^ Time yet is mine but moving on 25 S Two sons they seem but striplings 263 Unfold the black portal, 254/ With a burdened heart I wait 5 "When musing in thy light eternity 25 When dangers assail me when 68 Whisper that whisper 73 While sadly I languish 95 When the poor lifts his voice 108 300 INDEX. .Page. Where wilt thou flee, O wretched 117 Who bows on Carmel's top 145 When wild ambition prompts the 215 We dwell not here forever ; 230 Where dost thou hide O Beloved 235 When troubles arise and the fears 241 While strength despairs while 259 When gladness shades its youthful 261 Winter has sealed the water's face 182 Ye weep. — O what is weeping? 246 Yes, thou ha'^t housed for many 281 Zion is languishing the showers 133 t* .Page. ed 117 145 le 215 230 id 235 trs 241 259 ful 261 ice 182 r? 246 ^ 281 5 133