There is a tongue in every leaf, There's not a star whose twinkling light, These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme, Through shades and solitudes profound, . Types of eternal rest-fair buds of bliss, . 271 When, marshall'd on the nightly plain, Page. 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, 80 278 121 134 129 147 231 228 70 59 221 22 95 41 144 205 SABBATH RECREATIONS. 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, And follow thee? 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, Shepherd! with joy we hear thy call Let none from that salvation fall, But, as thy sacred records long foretold, CHRISTMAS HYMN. No moon hung o'er the sleeping earth; The stars, that sung ere morning's birth, With heavenly music:-earthly ears It was 66 the music of the spheres," The song of seraphim. But there were those, in Judah's land, "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, |