SACRED SONGS. THOU ART, O GOD! AIR-Unknown.1 "The day is thine, the night also is thine: thou hast prepared the light and the sun. Thou hast set all the borders of the earth: thou hast made summer and winter."-Psalm lxxiv. 16, 17. I. THOU art, O God! the life and light II. When day, with farewell beam, delays Through golden vistas into heaven; III. When night, with wings of starry gloom, 1 I have heard that this air is by the late Mrs. Sheridan. It is sung to the beautiful old words, "I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair." IV. When youthful spring around us breathes, THIS WORLD IS ALL A FLEETING SHOW. AIR-Stevenson. I. THIS world is all a fleeting show There's nothing true but Heaven! II. And false the light on glory's plume, And Love, and Hope, and Beauty's bloom, III. Poor wanderers of a stormy day, FALL'N IS THY THRONE. I. FALL'N is thy throne, O Israel! Where are the dews that fed thee On Etham's barren shore? That fire from heaven which led thee, "Go," said the Lord-"ye conquerors! 1 "I have left mine heritage; I have given the dearly beloved of my soul into the hands of her enemies."-Jer. xii. 7. 2 "Do not disgrace the throne of thy glory."-Jer. xiv. 21. 3 "The Lord called thy name, A green olive-tree, fair, and of goodly fruit," &c.-Jer. xi. 16. 4" For he shall be like the heath in the desert."-Jer. xvii. 6. 5 "Take away her battlements; for they are not the Lord's."-Jer. v. 10. 6 "Therefore, behold, the days come, saith the Lord, that it shall no more be called Tophet, nor the valley of the son of Hinnom, but the Valley of Slaughter; for they shall bury in Tophet, till there be no place."-Jer. vii. 32. WHO IS THE MAID?1 AIR-Beethoven. I. WHO is the maid my spirit seeks, Its beam is kindled from above. II. I chose not her, my soul's elect, From those who seek their Maker's shrine As if themselves were things divine! III. Not so the faded form I prize And love, because its bloom is gone; Is all the grace her brow puts on. These lines were suggested by a passage in St. Jerome's reply to some calumnious remarks that had been circulated upon his intimacy with the Matron Paula:-"Numquid me vestes sericæ, nitentes gemmæ, picta facies, aut auri rapuit ambitio? Nulla fuit alia Romæ matronarum, quæ meam possit edomare mentem, nisi lugens atque jejunans, fletu pene cæcata."-Epist. “Si tibi putem." 2 Ov yap Xpvσopopew Tv Sakpvovoav det.-Chrysost. Homil. 8, in Epist. ad Tim. THE BIRD LET LOOSE. I. THE bird, let loose in Eastern skies,' Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies But high she shoots through air and light, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, II. So grant me, God, from every care, O THOU WHO DRY'ST THE MOURNER'S TEAR! "He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds." I. Psalm cxlvii. 3. O THOU who dry'st the mourner's tear! If, when deceived and wounded here, The friends, who in our sunshine live, When winter comes are flown: But Thou wilt heal that broken heart, Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe. The carrier pigeon, it is well known, flies at an elevated pitch, in order to surmount every obstacle between her and the place to which she is destined. |