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Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee,
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,..

Sad and slow was the wanderer's tread, .
Sad, solitary Thought, who keep'st thy vigils, .
Salt of the earth! ye virtuous few,

Say not the law divine,

Shall man, to sordid views confined,
She said she was alone within the world,
Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares,
Spirit of spirits! who, through every part,
Sweet bird, again that plaintive strain,
Sweet harp of Judah! shall thy sound,
Sweet is the scene when virtue dies,
Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? &c.
Swift the tempest strips the wood,

Take, holy earth, all that my soul holds dear,.
Ten years ago, ten years ago,

That setting sun-that setting sun!

The all-quickening light is rolling there,.

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,.
The autumnal winds had stripp'd the field,

The bird, let loose in eastern skies, .

The clouds! the clouds! they are beautiful,
The cold wind strips the yellow leaf,

The groves were God's first temples. Ere man

learn'd,

The heavens, O Lord, thy power proclaim,
The hour, the hour, the parting hour,
The insect, that, with puny wing,

The Lord my pasture shall prepare,
The Lord our God is full of might,

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The melancholy days are come, the saddest, &c.
The morning flowers display their sweets,

The morning sun! the morning sun!

Then never tear shall fall,

There is a calm for those who weep,
There is a time to laugh,

There is an hour of peaceful rest,
There is a spot-a lovely spot,

There's something sweet in scenes of gloom,
'There is a world we have not seen,

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They sin who tell us love can die,

This world is all a fleeting show,
Thou art, O God, the life and light,

Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore

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When, as returns this solemn day,

When coldness wraps this suffering clay,

When faith and love, which parted from thee never,

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When, marshall'd on the nightly plain,

When Power Divine, in mortal form,

When restless on my bed I lie,

When the dangerous rocks are pass'd,

When, thoughtful, to the vault of heaven,

When the radiant morn of creation broke,
When thou art in thy chamber, and thy knee,
Where can I go from Thee!

Where shall the child of sorrow find,

Where then may Peace erect her steadfast throne?
Whoe'er, like me, with trembling anguish brings,
While yet she lived she walked alone,

Without a shade, where beams the orient light,
With silent awe I hail the sacred morn,

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SABBATH RECREATIONS.

THE GOOD SHEPHERD.

As the good shepherd leads his sheep
Through paths secure,

And, while a-fold by night they sleep
Doth keep them sure;

So the True Shepherd, Christ, our souls doth guide, Safe in his eye, protected by his side.

Great Shepherd! do we know thy voice,
And follow thee?

Is thy safe fold our rule and choice,
From bondage free?

Upheld by faith the obedient sheep shall stand,

"And none shali pluck them from thy Father's hand."

But O! what mortal tongue shall sing
Thy wondrous love?

Death could not with his threaten'd sting
Thy purpose move:

Conqueror of death, and pledge of life to rise,
Joy of the earth, and heir of subject skies.

Shepherd! with joy we hear thy call
That leads to heaven:

Let none from that salvation fall,
So freely given!

But, as thy sacred records long foretold,
Be the wide-peopled earth "one happy fold."

CHRISTMAS HYMN.

No moon hung o'er the sleeping earth;
But, on their thrones of light,

The stars, that sung ere morning's birth,
Filled the blue vault of night

With heavenly music:-earthly ears
Not often catch the hymn;
It was 66
the music of the spheres,"
The song of seraphim.

But there were those, in Judah's land,
Who watched, that night, their fold,
That heard the song of the angel band,

As o'er them was unrolled

The starry glory; and there came
This burst of heavenly song
From mellow tubes and lips of flame,
In chorus loud and long:-

"To God be glory! for, this day,
Hath shot from Judah's stem

A BRANCH that ne'er shall know decay :-
The royal diadem

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