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Tis floating 'midst day's setting glories; Night,
Wrapp'd in her sable robe, with silent step
Comes to our bed, and breathes it in our ears:
Night, and the dawn, bright day, and thoughtful eve,
All time, all bounds, the limitless expanse,
As one vast mystic instrument, are touch'd
By an unseen, living Hand, and conscious chords
Quiver with joy in this great jubilee.

The dying hear it, and, as sounds of earth
Grow dull and distant, wake their passing souls
To mingle in this heavenly harmony.

GOD, THE EVERLASTING LIGHT OF THE

BLESSED.

[DODDRIDGE.]

E golden lamps of heaven, farewell,

YE

With all your feeble light!

Farewell, thou ever-changing moon,

Pale empress of the night!

And thou, refulgent orb of day,

In brighter flames array'd,

My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere,
No more demands thine aid.

Ye stars are but the shining dust
Of my divine abode,

The pavement of those heavenly courts

Where I shall reign with God.

The Father of eternal light

Shall there his beams display,

Nor shall one moment's darkness mix
With that unvaried day.

No more the drops of piercing grief
Shall swell into mine eyes,

Nor the meridian sun decline
Amidst those brighter skies.

There all the millions of his saints
Shall in one song unite,

And each the bliss of all shall view
With infinite delight.

"WEEP FOR YOURSELVES! AND FOR

YOUR CHILDREN."

[MRS. SIGOURNEY.]

E mourn for those who toil

WE

The slave who ploughs the main,

Or him who hopeless tills the soil

Beneath the stripe and chain;

For those whom, in the world's hard race
O'er-wearied and unblest,

A host of restless phantoms chase,-
Why mourn for those who rest?

We mourn for those who sin,

Bound in the tempter's snare,

Whom syren Pleasure beckons in
To prisons of despair;

Whose hearts, by whirlwind passions torn,
Are wrecked on folly's shore ;
But why in sorrow should we mourn
For those who sin no more?

We mourn for those who weep,
Whom stern afflictions bend,
With anguish o'er the lowly sleep

Of lover or of friend;

But they to whom the sway

Of pain and grief is o'er,

Whose tears our God hath wiped away-
Oh mourn for them no more!

RESIGNATION.

[NORRIS, OF BEMERTON.]

INCE 'tis thy sentence I should part

SIN

With the most precious treasure of my heart,

I freely that and more resign,

My heart itself, as its delight, is thine;

My little all I give to thee,

Thou gav'st a greater gift, thy Son to me

Take all, great God, I will not grieve
But still will wish that I had still to give ;
I hear thy voice, thou bidst me quit
My paradise; I bless and do submit ;
I will not murmur at thy word,

Nor beg thy angel to sheath up his sword.

TRUST IN GOD.

[LANGHORNE.]

HROUGH Error's maze, through Folly's night,

THR

The lamp of Reason lends me light:

When stern Affliction waves her rod,
My heart confides in thee, my God!
When Nature shrinks opprest with woes,
Ev'n then she finds in thee repose.
To thee my humble voice I raise :
Forgive, while I presume to praise.

Affliction flies, and Hope returns:
Her lamp with brighter splendour burns;
And Love, with all his smiling train,
And Peace and Joy are here again;
These, these, I know, 'twas thine to give :
I trusted; and behold, I live!
To thee my humble voice I raise :
Forgive, while I presume to praise.

Oh! may I still thy favour prove!
Still grant me Gratitude and Love,
Let Truth and Virtue guard my heart;
Nor Love, nor Hope, nor Joy depart;
But yet, whate'er my life may be,
My heart shall still repose on thee.
To thee my humble voice I raise :
Forgive, while I presume to praise.

PA

UNMURMURING SUBMISSION.

[REV. C. STRONG.]

ASSING the inclosure where the dead repose
I saw, in sable weeds, a gentle pair

Lingering with fond regard at evening's close,
Beside a little grave fresh swelling there:

Silent they stood ---serene their thoughtful air;
There fell no tear, no vain complaint arose;
Faith seem'd to prompt the unutterable prayer,
And to their view the eternal home disclose.

Next Sabbath brought me where the flow'ret lay, Record of high descent the marble bore,

Heir of a noble house, and only stay;

And these words, gather'd from the Bible's store— "The Lord hath given, the Lord hath ta'en away, His holy name be blessed evermore!"

AS THY DAY IS, SO SHALL THY
STRENGTH BE.

[MRS. SIGOURNEY.]

HEN adverse winds and waves arise,

WE

And in my heart despondence sighs,--

When life her throng of care reveals,
And weakness o'er my spirit steals,---
Grateful I hear the kind decree-

That" as my day, my strength shall be."

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