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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,
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 profan'd what was born for the skies.

Mourn not for her, the young Bride of the Vale,
Our gayest and loveliest, lost to us now,
Eie life's early lustre had time to grow pale,

And the garland of Love was yet fresh on her brow.
Oh, then was her moment, dear spirit, for flying

From this gloomy world, while its gloom was unknown-
And the wild" hymns she warbled so sweetly, in dying,
Were echoed in Heaven by lips like her own.
Weep not for her in her spring-time she flew

To that land where the wings of the soul are unfurl'd;
And now, like a star beyond evening's cold dew,
Looks radiantly down on the tears of this world.

COME NOT, OH LORD.

(AIR. HAYDN.)

COME not, oh LORD, in the dread robe of splendour
Thou wor'st 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 rememb'rest the night, when thy Nation
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.

AS DOWN IN THE SUNLESS RETREATS.

(AIR-HAYDN.)

As down in the sunless retreats of the Ocean,
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.

COME, YE DISCONSOLATE.

(AIR.-GERMAN.)

COME, ye disconsolate, where'er you languish,
Come, at GOD's altar fervently kneel;

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish
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 sorrow 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."

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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,
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.

BUT WHO SHALL SEE

(AIR. STEVENSON.)

BUT who shall see the glorious day
When, thron'd on Zion's brow,
The LORD shall rend that veil away
Which hides the nations now?
When earth no more beneath the fear
Of his rebuke shall lie,

When pain shall cease, and every tear
Be wip'd from ev'ry eye.

Then, Judah, thou no more shalt mourn
Beneath the heathen's chain;

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?

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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
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!"
When each and all in silence take their way-
Who, Mighty GOD, oh who shall bear that day?

OH, TEACH ME TO

TO LOVE THEE.

(AIR.-HAYDN.)

Он, teach me to love Thee, to feel what Thou A
Till, fill'd with the one sacred image, my heart

Shall all other passions disown;

Like some pure temple, that shines apart,

Reserv'd for thy worship alone.

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