The sacred pages of God's own book
Shall be the spring, the eternal brook,
In whose holy mirror, night and day,
Thou wilt study Heaven's reflected ray :-
And should the foes of virtue dare,
With gloomy wing, to seek thee there,
Thou wilt see how dark their shadows lie
Between heaven and thee, and trembling fly!
Oh! be like the dove;

Oh fair! oh purest! be like the dove.

No. II.

ANGEL OF CHARITY.
Air-HANDEL.

ANGEL of Charity, who from above
Comest to dwell a pilgrim here,
Thy voice is music, thy smile is love,

And pity's soul is in thy tear!
When on the shrine of God were laid
First-fruits of all most good and fair,
That ever grew in Eden's shade,

Thine was the holiest offering there!

Hope and her sister, Faith, were given But as our guides to yonder sky; Soon as they reach the verge of heaven, Lost in that blaze of bliss, they die.2

1 In St. Augustine's treatise upon the advantages of a solitary life, addressed to his sister, there is the following fanciful passage, from which the thought of this song was taken Te, soror, nunquam nolo esse securam, sed tiad mere, semperque tuam fragilitatem habere suspectam, instar pavidæ columbæ frequentare rivos aquarum et quasi in speculo accipitris cernere supervolantis effigiem et cavere. Rivi aquarum sententiæ sunt scripturarum, quæ de limpidissimo sapientia fonte profluentes," etc. etc.-De Vit. Eremit. ad Sororem.

2 "Then Faith shall fail, and holy Hope shall die, One lost in certainty, and one in joy."- Prior.

BEHOLD THE SUN. Air-LORD MORNINGTON. BEHOLD the sun, how bright

From yonder east he springs, As if the soul of life and light

Were breathing from his wings.

So bright the gospel broke

Upon the souls of men;

So fresh the dreaming world awoke In truth's full radiance then!

Before yon sun arose,

Stars cluster'd through the skyBut oh how dim, how pale were those, To his one burning eye!

So truth lent many a ray,

To bless the Pagan's night

But, Lord, how weak, how cold were they To thy one glorious light!

LORD, WHO SHALL BEAR THAT DAY.
Air-DR. BOYCE.

LORD, who shall bear that day, so dread, so splendia,
When we shall see thy angel hovering o'er
This sinful world, with hand to heaven extended,

And hear him swear by thee that time's no more?"
When earth shall see thy fast-consuming ray-
Who, mighty God, oh who shall bear that day?

When thro' the world thy awful call hath sounded"Wake, oh ye dead, to judgment wake, ye dead!"" And from the clouds, by seraph eyes surrounded,

The Saviour shall put forth his radiant head; While earth and heaven before him pass awayWho, mighty God, oh who shall bear that day? When, with a glance, the eternal Judge shall sever Earth's evil spirits from the pure and bright, And say to those, "Depart from me for ever!"

To these, "Come, dwell with me in endless light!"

1 "And the Angel which I saw stand upon the sea and upon the earth, lifted up his hand to heaven, and sware by Him that liveth for ever and ever, that there should be time no longer."--Rev. x. 5, 6.

2 "Awake, ye dead, and come to judgment."

3 "They shall see the Son of Man coming in the clouds of heaven, and all the angels with him."-Matt. xxiv. 30, and xxv. 31.

4 "From his face the earth and the heaven fled away." -Rev. xx. 11.

5" And before him shall be gathered all nations, and Ho shall separate them one from another.

"Then shall the king say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you, etc.

"Then shall he say also unto them on the left hand, Depart from me, ye cursed, etc.

"And these shall go away into everlasting punishment; but the righteous into life eternal."-Matt. xxv. 32, et seq.

When each and all in silence take their wayWho, mighty God, oh who shall bear that day?

OH! TEACH ME TO LOVE THEE.
Air-HAYDN.

OH! teach me to love thee, to feel what thou art,
Till, fill'd with the one sacred image, my heart
Shall other passions disown-

Like some pure temple that shines apart,

Reserved for thy worship alone!

WEEP, CHILDREN OF ISRAEL.
Air-STEVENSON.

WEEP, weep for him, the man of God-'
In yonder vale he sunk to rest,

But none of earth can point the sod2
That flowers above his sacred head.
Weep, children of Israel, weep!

His doctrines fell like heaven's rain,'
His words refresh'd like heaven's dew-

Oh, ne'er shall Israel see again

A chief to God and her so true.
Weep, children of Israel, weep!

Remember ye his parting gaze,

His farewell song by Jordan's tide, When, full of glory and of days, He saw the promised land-and died!4 Weep, children of Israel, weep!

Yet died he not as men who sink,

Before our eyes, to soulless clay;
But, changed to spirit, like a wink

Of summer lightning, pass'd away!
Weep, children of Israel, weep!

1 "And the children of Israel wept for Moses in the plains of Moab."-Deut. xxxiv. 8.

2 "And he buried him in a valley in the land of Moab: but no man knoweth of his sepulchre unto this day."-Ibid. ver. 6.

3 "My doctrine shall drop as the rain, my speech shall distil as the dew."-Moses' Song.

4 "I have caused thee to see it with thine eyes, but thou shalt not go over thither."-Ver. 5.

5 "As he was going to embrace Eleazer and Joshua, and was still discoursing with them, a cloud stood over him on the sudden, and he disappeared in a certain valley, although he wrote in the Holy Books, that he died, which was done out of fear, lest they should venture to say that, because of his extraordinary virtue, he went to God."-Josephus, Book iv. chap. viii

LIKE MORNING, WHEN HER EARLY BREEZE.

Air-BEETHOVEN.

LIKE morning, when her early breeze Breaks up the surface of the seas,

That, in their furrows, dark with night,
Her hand may sow the seeds of light-

Thy grace can send its breathings o'er
The spirit, dark and lost before,
And, freshening all its depths, prepare
For truth divine to enter there!

Till David touch'd his sacred lyre,
In silence lay the unbreathing wire-
But when he swept its chords along,
Even angels stoop'd to hear that song.

So sleeps the soul, till thou, O Lord,
Shall deign to touch its lifeless chord-
Till, waked by thee, its breath shall rise
In music, worthy of the skies!

COME, YE DISCONSOLATE.

Air-German.

COME, ye disconsolate, where'er you languish,
Come, at the shrine of God fervently kneel;
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your an-
guish-

Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,

Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, in God's name saying"Earth has no sorrows that Heaven cannot cure."

Go, ask the infidel, what boon he brings us,
What charm for aching hearts he can reveal,
Sweet as that heavenly promise Hope sings us—
"Earth has no sorrow that God cannot heal."

AWAKE, ARISE, THY LIGHT IS COME Air-STEVENSON.

AWAKE, arise, thy light is come;'

The nations, that before outshone thee,
Now at thy feet lie dark and dumb-
The glory of the Lord is on thee!

Arise-the Gentiles, to thy ray,

From every nook of earth shall cluster; And kings and princes haste to pay

Their homage to thy rising lustre."

Lift up thine eyes around, and see,

O'er foreign fields, o'er farthest waters, Thy exiled sons return to thee,

To thee return thy home-sick daughters.3

1 "Arise, shine; for thy light is come, and the glory of the Lord is risen upon thee."--Isaiah Ix. 2" And the Gentiles shall come to thy light, and kings to the brightness of thy rising."-Isaiah Ix.

3 "Lift up thine eyes round about and see; all they gather themselves together, they come to thee: thy sons shall come from afar, and thy daughters shall be nursed at thy side."— f

And camels rich, from Midian's tents,
Shall lay their treasures down before thee;
And Saba bring her gold and scents,

To fill thy air, and sparkle o'er thee.'

See who are these that, like a cloud,2

Are gathering from all earth's dominions, Like doves, long absent, when allow'd

Homeward to shoot their trembling pinions. Surely the isles shall wait for me,3

The ships of Tarshish round will hover, To bring thy sons across the sea,

And waft their gold and silver over. And Lebanon, thy pomp shall grace—1 The fir, the pine, the palm victorious Shall beautify our Holy Place,

And make the ground I tread on glorious.

No more shall discord haunt thy ways,'

Nor ruin waste thy cheerless nation; But thou shalt call thy portals, Praise,

And thou shalt name thy walls, Salvation.

The sun no more shall make thee bright,
Nor moon shall lend her lustre to thee;
But God Himself shall be thy Light,

And flash eternal glory through thee.

Thy sun shall never more go down;

A ray, from heav'n itself descended, Shall light thy everlasting crown

Thy days of mourning all are ended." My own, elect, and righteous Land!

The Branch, for ever green and vernal, Which I have planted with this handLive thou shalt in Life Eternal.R

THERE IS A BLEAK DESERT.
Air-CRESCENTINI.

THERE is a bleak Desert, where daylight grows

weary

Of wasting its smile on a region so dreary

What may that Desert be?

Tis Life, cheerless Life, where the few joys that come Are lost, like that daylight, for 't is not their home.

1 "The multitude of camels shall cover thee; the dromedaries of Midian and Ephah; all they from Sheba shall come; they shall bring gold and incense."-Isaiah lx.

2 "Who are these that fly as a cloud, and as the doves to their windows?"-Ib.

3 "Surely the isles shall wait for me, and the ships of Tarshish first, to bring thy sons from far, their silver and their gold with them."--Ib.

4 The glory of Lebanon shall come unto thee; the firtree, the pine-tree, and the box together, to beautify the place of my sanctuary, and I will make the place of my feet glorious."-Ib.

5 "Violence shall no more be heard in thy land, wasting nor destruction within thy borders; but thou shalt call thy walls, Salvation, and thy gates, Praise."-Ib.

6 Thy sun shall be no more thy light by day; neither for brightness shall the moon give light unto thee; but the Lord shall be unto thee an everlasting light, and thy God thy glory."-Ib.

7 Thy sun shall no more go down; for the Lord shall be thine everlasting light, and the days of thy mourning shall be ended."-Ib.

8 "Thy people also shall be all righteous; they shall inherit the land for ever, the branch of my planting, the work of my hands."-Ib.

SINCE FIRST THY WORD.
Air-NICHOLAS FREEMAN.
SINCE first thy word awaked my heart,
Like new life dawning o'er me,
Where'er I turn mine eyes, Thou art,
All light and love before me.
Nought else I feel, or hear or see-
All bonds of earth I sever-
Thee, oh God, and only Thee
I live for, now and ever.

Like him, whose fetters dropp'd away
When light shone o'er his prison,2
My spirit, touch'd by Mercy's ray,
Hath from her chains arisen.
And shall a soul Thou bid'st be free

Return to bondage ?—never!

Thee, oh God, and only Thee
I live for, now and ever.

HARK! "T IS THE BREEZE.
Air-ROUSSEAU.

HARK! 't is the breeze of twilight calling
Earth's weary children to repose;
While, round the couch of Nature falling,
Gently the night's soft curtains close.
Soon o'er a world, in sleep reclining,

Numberless stars, through yonder dark, Shall look, like eyes of cherubs shining From out the veils that hid the Ark!

Guard us, oh Thou, who never sleepest,

Thou who, in silence throned above, Throughout all time, unwearied, keepest Thy watch of Glory, Power, and Love.

1 In singing, the following line had better be adopted— "Can but by the gifted of heaven be found."

2 "And, behold, the angel of the Lord came upon him, and a light shined in the prison, and his chains fell off from his hands."-Acts xii. 7."

Grant that, beneath thine eye, securely Our souls, awhile from life withdrawn, May, in their darkness, stilly, purely,

Like "sealed fountains," rest till dawn.

WHERE IS YOUR DWELLING, YE SAINTED?

Air-HASSE.

WHERE is your dwelling, ye sainted? Through what Elysium more bright Than fancy or hope ever painted,

Walk ye in glory and light? Who the same kingdom inherits? Breathes there a soul that may dare Look to that world of spirits?

Or hope to dwell with you there?

Sages who, ev'n in exploring

Nature through all her bright ways, Went, like the seraphs, adoring,

And veil'd your eyes in the blazeMartyrs, who left for our reaping

Truths you had sown in your bloodSinners, whom long years of weeping Chasten'd from evil to good

Maidens who, like the young Crescent,
Turning away your pale brows
From earth, and the light of the Present,
Look'd to your Heavenly Spouse-
Say, through what region enchanted
Walk ye, in heaven's sweet air?
Or, oh, to whom is it granted,
Bright souls, to dwell with you there?

HOW LIGHTLY MOUNTS THE MUSE'S WING.

Air-ANONYMOUS.

How lightly mounts the Muse's wing,
Whose theme is in the skies-
Like morning larks, that sweeter sing
The nearer heaven they rise!

Though Love his wreathed lyre may tune,
Yet ah! the flowers he round it wreathes
Were pluck'd beneath pale Passion's moon,
Whose madness from their odour breathes.
How purer far the sacred lute,

Round which Devotion ties
Sweet flowers that turn to heav'nly fruit,
And palm that never dies.

Though War's high-sounding harp may be
Most welcome to the hero's ears,
Alas, his chords of victory

Are bathed, all o'er, with tears.

How far more sweet their numbers run

Who hymn, like saints above,

No victor, but the Eternal One,
No trophies but of Love!

GO FORTH TO THE MOUNT.
Air-STEVENSON.

Go forth to the Mount-bring the olive-branch home,1
And rejoice, for the day of our Freedom is come!
From that time,2 when the moon upon Ajalon's vale,
Looking motionless down,' saw the kings of the
earth,

In the presence of God's mighty Champion, grow pale

Oh never had Judah an hour of such mirth! Go forth to the Mount-bring the olive-branch home, And rejoice, for the day of our Freedom is come! Bring myrtle and palm-bring the boughs of each tree That is worthy to wave o'er the tents of the Free.* From that day, when the footsteps of Israel shone,

With a light not their own, through the Jordan's deep tide,

Whose waters shrunk back as the Ark glided on-
Oh never had Judah an hour of such pride!
Go forth to the mount-bring the olive-branch home,
And rejoice, for the day of our Freedom is come!

IS IT NOT SWEET TO THINK, HERE-
AFTER.
Air-HAYDN.

Is it not sweet to think, hereafter,
When the spirit leaves this sphere,
Love, with deathless wings, shall waft her

To those she long hath mourn'd for here?
Hearts, from which 't was death to sever,
Eyes, this world can ne'er restore,
There, as warm, as bright as ever,

Shall meet us and be lost no more.

When wearily we wander, asking

Of earth and heaven, where are they,
Beneath whose smile we once lay basking-
Blest, and thinking bliss would stay!
Hope still lifts her radiant finger
Pointing to the eternal home,
Upon whose portal yet they linger,
Looking back for us to come.
Alas-alas-doth Hope deceive us?

Shall friendship-love-shall all those ties
That bind a moment, and then leave us,
Be found again where nothing dies?
Oh! if no other boon were given,

To keep our hearts from wrong and stain,
Who would not try to win a heaven
Where all we love shall live again?

1 "And that they should publish and proclaim in all their cities, and in Jerusalem, saying, Go forth unto the mount and fetch olive-branches," etc. etc.-Neh. viii. 15.

2" For since the days of Joshua the son of Nun, unto that day, had not the children of Israel done so: and there was very great gladness."--Ib. 17.

3 "Sun, stand thou still upon Gibeon; and thou, Moon, in the valley of Ajalon."-Josh. x. 12.

4 "Fetch olive-branches and pine-branches, and myrtlebranches, and palm-branches, and branches of thick trees, to make booths."--Neh. viii. 15.

5 "And the priests that bare the ark of the covenant of the Lord stood firm on dry ground in the midst of Jordan, and all the Israelites passed over on dry ground."—Josh iii 17.