Death chill'd the fair fountain, ere sorrow had stain'd it, 'Twas frozen in all the pure light of its course, And but sleeps till the sunshine of Heaven has unchain'd it, In life's happy morning, hath hid from our eyes, Mourn not for her, the young Bride of the Vale, And the garland of Love was yet fresh on her brow. From this gloomy world, while its gloom was unknown- To that land where the wings of the soul are unfurl'd; COME NOT, OH LORD. (AIR. HAYDN.) COME not, oh LORD, in the dread robe of splendour LORD, thou rememb'rest the night, when thy Nation While Israel bask'd all the night in its beam. So, when the dread clouds of anger enfold Thee, AS DOWN IN THE SUNLESS RETREATS. (AIR-HAYDN.) As down in the sunless retreats of the Ocean, Pure, warm, silent, to Thee. As still to the star of its worship, though clouded, True, fond, trembling, to Thee. COME, YE DISCONSOLATE. (AIR.-GERMAN.) COME, ye disconsolate, where'er you languish, Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish 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 sorrow that Heaven cannot cure." Go, ask the infidel, what boon he brings us, Он 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, Fairest, purest, be thou this dove. The sacred pages of GOD's own book Fairest, purest, be thou that dove. BUT WHO SHALL SEE (AIR. STEVENSON.) BUT who shall see the glorious day When pain shall cease, and every tear Then, Judah, thou no more shalt mourn Thy days of splendour shall return, And all be new again. The Fount of Life shall then be quaff'd In peace, by all who come; And every wind that blows shall waft Some long-lost exile home. 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, hov'ring o'er 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 rayWho, 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 Gon, oh who shall bear that day? When, with a glance, th' Eternal Judge shall sever To these, "Come, dwell with me in endless light!" OH, TEACH ME TO TO LOVE THEE. (AIR.-HAYDN.) Он, teach me to love Thee, to feel what Thou A Shall all other passions disown; Like some pure temple, that shines apart, Reserv'd for thy worship alone. |