Which Mercy flings over thy features of fire!

LORD, thou rememb'rest the night, when thy Nation1

Stood fronting her Foe by the red-rolling stream; O'er Egypt thy pillar shed 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!

Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, So, deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion, Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee, My GOD! silent, to Thee,

Pure, warm, silent, to Thee.

As still to the star of its worship, though clouded,
The needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea,
So, dark as I roam, in this wintry world shrouded,
The hope of my spirit turns trembling to Thee,
My God! trembling, to Thee-
True, fond, trembling, to Thee.

....

1"And GoD shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; neither shall there be any more pain."-Rev. xxi. 4. 2" And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new."-Rev. xxi. 5.

8" And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely."-Rev. xxii. 17.

"The Scriptures having declared that the Temple of Jerusalem was a type of the Messiah, it is natural to conclude that the Palms, which made so conspicuous a figure in that structure, represented that Life and Immortality which were brought to light by the Gospel."-Observations on the Palm, as a Sacred Emblem, by W. Tighe.

"And he carved all the walls of the house round about with carved figures of cherubims, and palm-trees, and open flowers."-1 Kings, vi. 29.

6"When the passover of the tabernacles was revealed to

OH FAIR! OH PUREST.

SAINT AUGUSTINE TO HIS SISTER."

(AIR.-MOORE.)

On fair! oh purest! be thou the dove
That flies alone to some sunny grove,
And lives unseen, and bathes her wing,
All vestal white, in the limpid spring.
There, if the hov'ring hawk be near,
That limpid spring, in its mirror clear,
Reflects him, ere he reach his prey,
And warns the timorous bird away.
Be thou this dove;

Fairest, purest, be thou this dove.

The sacred pages of God's own book
Shall be the spring, the eternal brook
In whose holy mirror, night and day,
Thou'lt 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!
Be thou that dove;

Fairest, purest, be thou that dove.

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 bloom'd in Eden's shade,

Thine was the holiest offering there

the great lawgiver 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 his gracious covenant to redeem mankind.”—Observations on the Palm. 7 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 reader will perceive, the thought of this song was taken:-"Te, soror, nunquam nolo esse securam, sed timere semperque tuam fragilitatem habere suspectam, ad instar pavidæ columbæ frequentare rivos aquarum et quasi in speculo accipitris cernere supervolantis effigiem et cavere. Rivi aquarum sententiæ sunt scripturarum, quæ de limpidissimo sapientiæ fonte profla entes" &c., &c.-De Vit. Eremit. ad Sororem

Hope and her sister, Faith, were given
But as our guides to yonder sky;
Soon as they reach the verge of heaven,
There, lost in perfect bliss, they die.'
But, long as Love, Almighty Love,
Shall on his throne of thrones abide,
Thou, Charity, shalt dwell above,
Smiling forever by His side!

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 sky

But, 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 splendid, When we shall see thy Angel, hovʼring o'er

1 "Then Faith shall fail, and holy Hope shall die, One lost in certainty, and one in joy.”—Prior

* "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 forever and ever, .... that there should be time no longer."-Rev. x. 5, 6.

"Awake, ye Dead, and come to judgment." "They shall see the Son of Man coming in the clouds of heaven-and all the angels with him."-Matt. xxiv. 30, and Σεν. 31.

This sinful world, with hand to heav'n 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, all 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 Heav'n before Him pass awayWho, Mighty God, oh who shall bear that day?

When, with a glance, th' Eternal Judge shall sever
Earth's evil spirits from the pure and bright,
And say to those, "Depart from me forever!"

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

Он, 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,

Thus 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.

5 "From whose face the earth and the heaven fled away." Rev. xx. 11.

"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, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you, &c.

"Then shall He say also unto them on the left hand, De part from me, ye cursed, &c.

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