How sweet the lily grows!

Heaven Desired.

MOORE.

THE bird let loose in Eastern skies, Returning fondly home,

Of Sharon's dewy rose !

Lo, such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,

Is upward drawn to God.

By cool Siloam's shady rill

The lily must decay;

Where idle warblers roam.

But high she shoots thro' air and light, Above all low delay,

Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,

Nor shadow dims her way.

So grant me, God, from every snare Of sinful passion free,

Must shortly fade away.

And soon, too soon, the wintry hour Of man's maturer age

Will shake the soul with sorrow's pow'r, And stormy passion's rage.

To hold my course to thee.

No sin to cloud, no lure to stay

My soul, as home she springs; Thy sunshine on her joyful way, Thy freedom on her wings.

WM. BILLINGS, 1781.

THERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dressed in living green:
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.

Oh, could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love,
With unbeclouded eyes;

Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold
flood,

Should fright us from the shore.

COME, let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousand are their
tongues,

But all their joys are one.

"Worthy the Lamb that died, "they cry, "To be exalted thus!"

"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, "For he was slain for us.

Jesus is worthy to receive

Honor and power divine; And blessings more than we can give, Be, Lord, forever thine!

Let all that dwell above the sky,

And air and earth and seas, Conspire to lift thy glories high,

And speak thine endless praise.