WEEP NOT FOR THOSE.

Air-AVISON.

WEEP not for those whom the veil of the tomb,

In life's happy morning, hath hid from our eyes, Ere sin threw a blight o'er the spirit's young bloom,

Or earth had profaned what was born for the skies. Death chill'd the fair fountain, ere sorrow had stain'd it, 'T was frozen in all the pure light of its course, And but sleeps till the sunshine of heaven has unchain'd it,

To water that Eden where first was its source! Weep not for those whom the veil of the tomb,

In life's happy morning, hath hid from our eyes, Ere sin threw a blight o'er the spirit's young bloom,

Or earth had profaned what was born for the skies.

I'll read thy anger in the rack
That clouds awhile the day-beam's track;
Thy mercy in the azure hue

Of sunny brightness breaking through!

There's nothing bright, above, below,
From flowers that bloom to stars that glow,
But in its light my soul can see
Some feature of thy Deity!

There's nothing dark, below, above,
But in its gloom I trace thy love,
And meekly wait that moment when
Thy touch shall turn all bright again!

SOUND THE LOUD TIMBREL. MIRIAM'S SONG.

Air-AVISON.1

Air-STEVENSON.

THE turf shall be my fragrant shrine;
My temple, Lord! that Arch of thine;
My censer's breath the mountain airs,
And silent thoughts my only prayers.2

My choir shall be the moonlight waves,
When murmuring homeward to their caves,
Or when the stillness of the sea,

Even more than music, breathes of Thee'

I'll seek, by day, some glade unknown, All light and silence, like thy throne! And the pale stars shall be, at night, The only eyes that watch my rite.

Thy heaven, on which 't is bliss to look, Shall be my pure and shining book, Where I shall read, in words of flame, The glories of thy wondrous name.

'This second verse, which I wrote long after the first, alludes to the fate of a very lovely and amiable girl, the daughter of the late Colonel Bainbrigge, who was married in Ashbourne church, October 31, 1815. and died of a fever in a few weeks after: the sound of her marriagebells seemed scarcely out of our ears when we heard of her death. During her last delir um she sung several hymns, in a voice even clearer and sweeter than usual, and among them were some from the present collection (particularly, There's nothing bright but Heaven), which this very interesting girl bad often beard during the summer. 2 Pii orant tacite.

GO, LET ME WEEP!
Air-STEVENSON.

Go, let me weep! there 's bliss in tears,
When he who sheds them inly feels
Some lingering stain of early years
Effaced by every drop that steals.
The fruitless showers of worldly woe
Fall dark to earth, and never rise;
While tears that from repentance flow,
In bright exhalement reach the skies.
Go. let me weep! there 's bliss in tears,
When he who sheds them inly feels
Some lingering stain of early years
Effaced by every drop that steals.

And, while they pass'd, a fragrance threw,
But left no trace of sweets behind.-
The warmest sigh that pleasure heaves
Is cold, is faint to those that swell
The heart where pure repentance grieves
O'er hours of pleasure loved too well!
Leave me to sigh o'er days that flew

More idly than the summer's wind,
And, while they pass'd, a fragrance threw,
But left no trace of sweets behind.

COME NOT, OH LORD!
Air-HAYDN.

COME not, oh Lord! in the dread robe of splendour
Thou worest on the Mount, in the day of thine ire;
Come veil'd in those shadows, deep, awful, but tender,
Which Mercy flings over thy features of fire!

Lord! thou rememberest the night, when thy nation'
Stood fronting her foe by the red-rolling stream;
On Egypt thy pillar frown'd dark desolation,
While Israel bask'd all the night in its beam.

So, when the dread clouds of anger enfold thee, From us, in thy mercy, the dark side remove; While shrouded in terrors the guilty behold thee, Oh! turn upon us the mild light of thy Love!

WERE NOT THE SINFUL MARY'S TEARS. Air-STEVENSON.

WERE not the sinful Mary's tears

An offering worthy heaven,
When o'er the faults of former years
She wept-and was forgiven?—

When, bringing every balmy sweet
Her day of luxury stored,
She o'er her Saviour's hallow'd feet
The precious perfumes pour'd;—

And wiped them with that golden hair,
Where once the diamond shone,
Though now those gems of grief were there
Which shine for God alone!

Were not those sweets so humbly shed,That hair,-those weeping eyes,— And the sunk heart, that inly bled,Heaven's noblest sacrifice!

Thou that hast slept in error's sleep, Oh wouldst thou wake in heaven, Like Mary kneel, like Mary weep,

« Love much » 3-and be forgiven!

And it came between the camp of th Fgyptians and the camp of Israel; and it was a cloud and darkness to them, but it gave light by night to these - Exod. xv. 20. My application of this passage 1 horrowed from som late prose writer, whose name I am ungrateful enough to forget

* Instead of. On Egypt here, it will suit the music better to sing On these ; and in the third line of the next verse, While shrouded. nay, with the same view, be altered to « While wrapp'd.s

2. Her sius, which are many, are forgivea, for she loved much.--St Luke v. 47.

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1. When the passover of the tabernacles was revealed to the great law-giver in the mount, then the cherubic images which appeared in that structure were no longer surrounded by flames; for the tabernacle was a type of the dispensation of mercy, by which Jehovah confirmed bis gracious covenant to redeem mankind,-Observations on the Palm.

3 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, sozor, nunquam nolo esse securam, sed timere, semperque tuam fragilitatem habere suspectam, ad instar pavida columbæ frequentare rivos aquarum et quasi in speculu accipitris cernere supervolantis effigiem et cavere. Rivi aquarum sententiæ sunt scripturarum, quæ de limpidissimo sapientiæ fonte profluentes, etc. etc.-De Vit. Eremit. ad Sororem.

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

LORD, who shall bear that day, so dread, so splendid,
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 feel thy fast-consuming ray-
Who, mighty God, oh who shall bear that day?

When through the world thy awful call hath sounded-
Wake, oh ye dead, to judgment wake, ye dead! » 3
And from the clouds, by seraph eyes surrounded,
The Saviour shall put forth his radiant head;4
While earth and heaven before him pass away-- 5
Who, mighty God, oh who shall bear that day?

Then Faith shall fail, and holy Hope shall die, One lost in certainty, and one in joy.—Pazon. And the Angel which I saw stand upon the sea and upon the earth, lifted up his hand to heaven, and sware by Hira that liveth for ever and ever, that there should be time no longer.-Rev. x. 5, 6. 3. Awake, ye dead, and come to judgment.

4. 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.

3. From his face the earth and the heaven fled away.—Rev. xx. 11,

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 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.

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

Like some pure temple that shines apart,

Reserved for thy worship alone!

In joy and in sorrow, through praise and through blame,
Oh still let me, living and dying the same,
In thy service bloom and decay-
Like some lone altar, whose votive flame
In holiness wasteth away!

Though born in this desert, and doom'd by my birth,
To pain and affliction, to darkness and dearth,
On thee let my spirit rely--

Like some rude dial, that, fix'd on earth,

Still looks for its light from the sky!

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 sod 3
That flowers above his sacred breast.
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! →
Weep, children of Israel, weep!

1. And before Him shall be gathered all nations, and He shall separate them one from another.

Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, yo h'ess of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you, etc. then shall he say also unto them on the left band, Depart from me, y curse i, etc

And these shall go away to everlasting punishment, but the trous into life eternal.-- Matt. xxx. 32, et seq.

2. And the children of Israel wept for Moses in the plains of Moab »

As he was going to embrace Eleazer and Joshua, and was discoursing with them, a cloud stood over him on the sudden, ast disappeared in a certain valley, although he wrote in the Hory k that he died, which was done out of fear, lest they should ve say that, because of his extraordinary virtue, he went to Gad -phus, Book it. chap, vin.

2. Arise, shine, for thy light is come, and the glory of the la risen upon thee. Is his.

No more shall discord haunt thy ways,7
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,8 Nor moon shall lend her lustre to thee; But GCD 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.9

7. And the Gentiles shall come to thy light, and kings to the brightness of thy rising..-Isaiah Ix.

2. Lift up thine eyes round about and see; all they gather them. selves together, they come to thee: thy sons shall come from afar, and thy daughters shall be nursed at thy side Ib.

3. The multitude of camels shall cover thee; the dromedaries of Midian and Fphah; all they from Sheba shall come; they shall bring gold and incense, -lb.

4 Who are these that fly as a cloud, and as the doves to their windows-lb.

5. 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.

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

7. 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.

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.

There is a lone Pilgrim, before whose faint eyes The water he pants for but sparkles and fliesWho may that Pilgrim be?

Tis Man, hapless Man, through this life tempted on By fair shining hopes, that in shining are gone.

There is a bright Fountain, through that Desert stealing,
To pure lips alone its refreshment revealing-
What may that Fountain be?

T is Truth, holy Truth, that, like springs under ground,
By the gifted of Heaven alone can be found."

There is a fair Spirit, whose wand hath the spell
To point where those waters in secresy dwell-
Who may that Spirit be?

Tis Faith, humble Faith, who hath learn'd that, where'er
Her wand stoops to worship, the Truth must be there.

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,3
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;

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

In singing, the following line had better be adopted

Can but by the gifted of heaven be found..