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There is a tongue in every leaf,
There's not a star whose twinkling light,
These are thy glorious works, Parent of good,
These, as they change, Almighty Father, these,
The Spirit breathes upon the Word,
The scene was more beautiful far, to my eye,
The trumpet's voice the Sabbath of the Jubilee, &c., 197
The voice of nature, yea, the voice of God,
Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore
Thou thy stern robe of terrors hast put on,
Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme,
'Tis but one family! the sound is balm,
"'T is from the Lord," the humbled monarch cried, To-morrow!-mortal, boast not thou,
'T was Eve's pensive twilight, the valley was gray,
'Twas summer, and a Sabbath eve,
Types of eternal rest-fair buds of bliss,.
Vital spark of heavenly flame,
Warriors and Chiefs! should the shaft or the sword,
Weep, mourner, for the joys that fade,
When faith and love, which parted from thee never,
When, marshall'd on the nightly plain,
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 shall the child of sorrow find,
Where then may Peace erect her steadfast throne?
Ye are fair, ye are fair; and your pensive rays,
THE GOOD SHEPHERD.
As the good shepherd leads his sheep
And, while a-fold by night they sleep
So the True Shepherd, Christ, our souls doth guide,
Great Shepherd! do we know thy voice,
Is thy safe fold our rule and choice,
From bondage free?
Upheld by faith the obedient sheep shall stand, "And none shall 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
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
Let none from that salvation fall,
But, as thy sacred records long foretold,
No moon hung o'er the sleeping earth;
"the music of the spheres,"
The song of seraphim.
But there were those, in Judah's land,
The starry glory; and there came
"To God be glory! for, this day,
A BRANCH that ne'er shall know decay :-
Shall grace the brows of one whom ye
For, him hath God raised up, to be
The Savior of mankind.
"To God be glory! Peace on earth!
For, with this infant Savior's birth
THE FUTURE LIFE.
How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps
When all of thee that time could wither sleeps
For I shall feel the sting of ceaseless pain
Will not thy own meek heart demand me there?
Shall it be banished from thy tongue in heaven?
In meadows fanned by heaven's life-breathing wind, In the resplendence of that glorious sphere.