4. When youthful spring around us breathes, Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh; 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 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, 6. Now safely moor'd, my perils o'er, 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, 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 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, The friends who in our sunshine live, And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone. But Thou wilt heal the broken heart Their fragrance from the wounded part,) 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, Come, brightly wafting through the gloom Then sorrow, touch'd by Thee, grows With more than rapture's ray; As darkness shews us worlds of light CLXIII. COMFORT UNDER AFFLICTION. (By C. Grant-See Heb. iv, 14, 15.) 1. WHEN gathering clouds around I view, He sees my griefs, allays my fears, If 2. If aught should tempt my soul to stray CLXIV. SECOND PART. 4. WHEN vexing thoughts within me rise, |