4. When youthful spring around us breathes,

Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh;
And every flower the summer wreathes,
Is born beneath that kindling eye:
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are Thine!

CLX.

THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM. Rev. xxii. 16. "I am the bright and morning Star." See also Matt. ii. 2 to 11.

(Kirke White.)

1. WHEN, marshal'd on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky; One star alone of all the train

Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.

2. Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks
From every host, from every gem;
But one alone the Saviour speaks,
It is the star of Bethlehem.

3. Once on the raging seas I rode,

The storm was loud, the night was dark The ocean yawn'd,-and rudely blow'd The wind that toss'd my found'ring bark.

4. Deep horror then my vitals froze, Death-struck, I ceased the tidetostem;When suddenly a star arose,

It was the star of Bethlehem !

5. It was my guide, my light, my all,
It bade my dark forebodings cease;
And through the storm, and danger's thrall,
It led me to the port of peace.

6. Now safely moor'd, my perils o'er,
I'll sing, first in night's diadem,
For ever and for evermore,

The star!-the Star of Bethlehem!

CLXI.

GO LET ME WEEP.

(Moore's Sacred Melodies,) See 2 Cor. vii. 10.

1. GO, let me weep! there's bliss in tears,
When he who sheds them inly feels
Some lingering stain of early years
Effaced by every drop that steals.
The fruitless showers of worldly woe
Fall dark to earth, and never rise;
While tears that from repentance flow
In bright exhalement reach the skies.

2. Leave me to sigh o'er hours that flew More idly than the summer's wind; And, while they passed, some fragrance threw,

But left no trace of joy behind.

The warmest breath that pleasure heaves
Is cold, is faint, to sighs that swell
The heart where pure repentance grieves
O'er hours of pleasure, loved too well!

CLXII.

ON SACRED SORROW.

(By Moore.) See Psalm cxlvii. 3.

1. O! THOU who dry'st the mourner's tear, How dark this world would be,

If, when deceived and wounded here,
We could not fly to Thee!

The friends who in our sunshine live,
When winter comes, are flown;

And he who has but tears to give,

Must weep those tears alone.

But Thou wilt heal the broken heart
Which, (like the plants that throw

Their fragrance from the wounded part,)
Breathes sweetness out of woe.

2. When joy no longer soothes or cheers

And even the hope that threw

A moment's sparkle o'er our tears.

Is dimm'd and vanish'd too;

O! who would bear life's stormy doom,
Did not Thy wing of love

Come, brightly wafting through the gloom
One peace-branch from above!

Then sorrow, touch'd by Thee, grows
bright

With more than rapture's ray;

As darkness shews us worlds of light
We never saw by day!

CLXIII.

COMFORT UNDER AFFLICTION. (By C. Grant-See Heb. iv, 14, 15.)

1. WHEN gathering clouds around I view,
And days are dark, and friends are few;
On Him I lean, who, not in vain,
Experienced every human pain.

He sees my griefs, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.

If

2. If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way;
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the thing I would not do.
Still He, who felt temptation's power,
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
3. If wounded love my bosom swell,
Despised by those I prized too well;
He shall his pitying aid bestow,
Who felt on earth severer woe;
At once betray'd, denied, or fled
By those who shared his daily bread.

CLXIV.

SECOND PART.

4. WHEN vexing thoughts within me rise,
And, sore dismay'd, my spirit dies ;
Yet He who once vouchsafed to bear
The sickening anguish of despair,
Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry,
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.
5. When mourning o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers all that was a friend;