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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, .
Salt of the earth! ye virtuous few,

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Say not the law divine,

Shall man, to sordid views confined,

She said she was alone within the world,
Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares,

Spirit of spirits! who, through every part,
Sweet bird, again that plaintive strain,
Sweet harp of Judah! shall thy sound,

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Sweet is the scene when virtue dies,

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Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? &c.

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Swift the tempest strips the wood, .

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Take, holy earth, all that my soul holds dear, .

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The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,.

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The autumnal winds had stripp'd the field,

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The bird, let loose in eastern skies,.

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The clouds! the clouds! they are beautiful,

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The cold wind strips the yellow leaf,

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The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learn'd,

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The heavens, O Lord, thy power proclaim,

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The hour, the hour, the parting hour,

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The melancholy days are come, the saddest, &c.

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There is a tongue in every leaf,
There's not a star whose twinkling light,
These are thy glorious works, Parent of good,
These, as they change, Almighty Father, these,
The Spirit breathes upon the Word,

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The scene was more beautiful far, to my eye,

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The trumpet's voice the Sabbath of the Jubilee, &c., 197

The voice of nature, yea, the voice of God,

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Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore

thee,

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Thou thy stern robe of terrors hast put on,

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Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme,

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Through shades and solitudes profound, .
Thus shalt thou love the Almighty Lord,

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Time speeds away-away-away,.

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'Tis but one family! the sound is balm,

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"'Tis from the Lord," the humbled monarch cried,

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To-morrow!-mortal, boast not thou,

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'T was Eve's pensive twilight, the valley was gray,

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'Twas summer, and a Sabbath eve,

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Types of eternal rest-fair buds of bliss,.

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Vital spark of heavenly flame,

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Warriors and Chiefs! should the shaft or the sword,

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Weep, mourner, for the joys that fade,

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When faith and love, which parted from thee never,

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When I consider how my light is spent, .

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When, marshall'd on the nightly plain,
When Power Divine, in mortal form,
When restless on my bed I lie,

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 can I go from Thee!

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Where shall the child of sorrow find,

Where then may Peace erect her steadfast throne? .
Whoe'er, like me, with trembling anguish brings,
While yet she lived she walked alone,
Without a shade, where beams the orient light,
With silent awe I hail the sacred morn,

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Ye are fair, ye are fair; and your pensive rays,
Ye midnight shades, o'er nature spread,.

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SABBATH RECREATIONS.

THE GOOD SHEPHERD.

As the good shepherd leads his sheep
Through paths secure,

And, while a-fold by night they sleep
Doth keep them sure;

So the True Shepherd, Christ, our souls doth guide,
Safe in his eye, protected by his side.

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
Thy purpose move:

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
That leads to heaven:

Let none from that salvation fall,
So freely given !

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;
But, on their thrones of light,
The stars, that sung ere morning's birth,
Filled the blue vault of night
With heavenly music:-earthly ears
Not often catch the hymn;

It was "the music of the spheres,"
The song of seraphim.

But there were those, in Judah's land,
Who watched, that night, their fold,
That heard the song of the angel band,
As o'er them was unrolled

The starry glory; and there came
This burst of heavenly song
From mellow tubes and lips of flame,
In chorus loud and long:-

"To God be glory! for, this day,
Hath shot from Judah's stem

A BRANCH that ne'er shall know decay :-
The royal diadem

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