2 Send back the wand'rer to the Saviour's

fold,

That were an action worthy of a saint; But not in malice let the crime be told,

Nor publish to the world the evil taint.

3 The Saviour suffers when his children slide;

Then is his holy name by men blasphem'd !

And he afresh is mock'd and crucified, Even by those his bitter death redeem'd. 4 Rebuke the sin, but yet in love rebuke; Feel as one member in another's pain; Win back the soul that his fair path forsook,

And mighty and eternal is thy gain!

EDMESTON.

66 ALL FLESH IS GRASS.

1 All flesh is grass, the royal preacher cries, Cut down and wither'd ere it sees the

noon;

Man like a drooping flow'r in summer dies,

He dies as surely, and almost as soon.

2 Though in life's morn the bounding pulse

beat high,

And the gay heart laugh at the distant sight,

Though beauty's glance adorn the sparkling eye,

And the soft cheek be crimson'd with delight,

3 Not youth, nor strength, nor beauty's moving pow'r,

Nor the light heart, with sportive pleasure gay,

Not blooming health can charm away that

hour,

Nor bribe the king of terrors to delay. 4 What though his hand awhile defer the

blow,

And active manhood shun the fatal stroke,

Can feeble age oppose the conqu'ring foe, With strength by years and sorrow doubly broke?

5 No spring the well of life can then afford, The golden bowl in broken fragments lies,

From the still wheel is loos'd the silver cord,

The falling pitcher sinks, no more to rise. 6 E'en music's cheerful daughters are brought low,

No more to charm the senses with de

light;

Weaken'd with age, the tott'ring pillars bow,

And the dim eye is quench'd in endless night.

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7 Thus circling years shall bend us to the dust,

And nature's pow'rs, in turn, all fade

away:

But death cannot destroy their souls who trust

In that sure word that never shall decay.

8 The sov'reign pow'r, by whose Almighty voice

Our mortal flesh and heart are doom'd
to fail,

In soften'd accents bids his saints rejoice,
That his own word for ever must pre-

vail.

9 His mighty word for ever shall endure, Though fainting nature feel the dying

strife:

Trusting in him, our hope must be secure,
And death's dark portal but the gate of

life.

N. H.

ODE

Written for the first Anniversary of the American
Sunday-School Union-1825.

The angel-ranks that gird the throne

Of Majesty, stand not alone;
To mortals, disenthralled, 'tis given
To join the choral hymn of heaven:
Hark! even now a richer strain
Comes floating o'er the eternal plain;

To infant choirs those harps belong,
And children's voices swell that song.

Gabriel ne'er touched a sweeter string,
His legions listen as they sing;

O, whence those cherub minstrels,—say,-
Clad in Immanuel's bright array?

In scenes where thoughtless worldlings dwell, Their lot was cast, whose lyres now swell The thrilling melody above,

Thine be the praise, O God of love!

THE SUNDAY SCHOOL! Earth has no name
Worthier to fill the breath of Fame,-
The untold blessings it hath shed,

1

Shall be revealed when worlds have fled:
O thou of Bethlehem! once a child,―
Jesus! compassionate and mild,
Approve thy work, be this the sum

Of all our toil-"THY KINGDOM COME!"

TAPPAN.

A BROTHER IN ADVERSITY.

1 When ev'ry scene, this side the grave,
Seems dark and cheerless to the eye,
How sweet in such an hour to have
A brother in adversity!

2 When father, mother, all are gone,-
When bursts affection's closest tie,-
How sweet to claim, as still our own,
A brother in adversity!

3 When frowns an angry world unkind,
And hope's delusive visions fly,
How sweet in such an hour to find
A brother in adversity!

4 And who is this whom still we find,
When father, mother, husband die,
Still faithful, tender, loving, kind?
A brother in adversity!

5 Jesus! my Lord! ah who can trace
Thy love unchanging, full, and free;
Or tell the riches of thy grace,
Thou brother in adversity!

6 Ye trav'llers in this wilderness,
Who somewhat of his beauty see;
For ever, oh! for ever bless
.This brother in adversity!

ANON.

PROVIDENCE.

1 God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

2 Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,

He treasures up his bright designs
And works his sov'reign will.

3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread