Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee, Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, . Sad and slow was the wanderer's tread, . Sad, solitary Thought, who keep'st thy vigils, . Say not the law divine, Shall man, to sordid views confined, She said she was alone within the world, Spirit of spirits! who, through every part, Page. 268 57 54 99 74 272 40 182 267 183 168 107 Sweet is the scene when virtue dies, 218 Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? &c. 216 Swift the tempest strips the wood, . 259 Take, holy earth, all that my soul holds dear, . The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,. 133 The autumnal winds had stripp'd the field, 103 The bird, let loose in eastern skies,. 163 The clouds! the clouds! they are beautiful, 25 The cold wind strips the yellow leaf, 263 The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learn'd, The heavens, O Lord, thy power proclaim, 50 The hour, the hour, the parting hour, The melancholy days are come, the saddest, &c. There is a tongue in every leaf, Page. 256 279 274 279 283 The scene was more beautiful far, to my eye, 189 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 thee, 150 . Thou thy stern robe of terrors hast put on, 216 Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme, 77 Through shades and solitudes profound, . 105 270 Time speeds away-away-away,. 235 'Tis but one family! the sound is balm, 172 "'Tis from the Lord," the humbled monarch cried, 231 To-morrow!-mortal, boast not thou, 'T was Eve's pensive twilight, the valley was gray, 68 'Twas summer, and a Sabbath eve, 185 Types of eternal rest-fair buds of bliss,. 271 Vital spark of heavenly flame, 191 Warriors and Chiefs! should the shaft or the sword, 132 Weep, mourner, for the joys that fade, When faith and love, which parted from thee never, 167 When I consider how my light is spent, . 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, Page. 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, 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, Be the wide-peopled earth" one happy fold." CHRISTMAS HYMN. No moon hung o'er the sleeping earth; It was "the music of the spheres," 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 :- |