Low though it be and humble. Lord of life, - Far o'er the skies, beyond the rolling orbs; YET once again, my Harp, yet once again, The warm tear frequent on my cheek, since last, Since then with Thoughtfulness, a maid severe, Not unrepining, for my froward heart Still turns to thee, mine Harp, and to the flow Of spring-gales past-the woods and storied haunts Of my not songless boyhood. Yet once more, Not fearless, I will wake thy tremulous tones, Though from the Muse's chalice I may pour Or Castaly, though from the morning cloud I fetch no hues to scatter on his hearse : Yet will I wreathe a garland for his brows, Thy honour'd corse, my Nelson, tears as warm Wild strains, and mournful, to the hurrying winds, Amid the carnage of the field I've sate With thee upon the moonlight throne, and sung To cheer the fainting soldier's dying soul, How dimly on that morn the sun arose, 'Kerchieft in mists, and tearful, when HYMN. In Heaven we shall be purified, so as to be able to endure the splendours of the Deity. I. AWAKE, Sweet harp of Judah, wake, The Lamb, our shield, and hiding place. II. When God's right arm is bar'd for war, Where, where, oh where, shall man retire, III. 'Tis he, the Lamb, to him we fly, IV. Thus while we dwell in this low scene, V. While yet we sojourn here below, Pollutions still our hearts o'erflow; Fallen, abject, mean, a sentenced race, VI. will glide, Yet courage-days and years Shall be baptiz'd in Jordan's flood, VII. Then pure, immortal, sinless, freed, We through the Lamb shall be decreed ; And need no more a hiding place. The last stanza of this hymn was added extemporaneously, by Henry, one summer evening, when he was with a few friends on the Trent, and singing it as he was used to do on such occasions. A HYMN FOR FAMILY WORSHIP.. I. O LORD, another day is flown, And we, a lonely band, Are met once more before thy throne, To bless thy fostering hand. II. And wilt thou bend a listening ear, To praises low as ours? Thou wilt for Thou dost love to hear The song which meekness pours. III. And, Jesus, thou thy smiles will deign, As we before thee pray; For thou didst bless the infant train, And we are less than they. IV. O let thy grace perform its part, And let contention cease; And shed abroad in every heart Thine everlasting peace! |