If, in pity to our blindness, They had brought the pardon needed, Still Jehovah's wondrous kindness Had our warmest hopes exceeded. If some prophet had been sent Could their warmest love refuse? But 'twas He to whom in heaven He, the mighty God, was given— None but He who did create us Had He come, the glorious Stranger, Deck'd with all the world calls great; Had He lived in pomp and grandeur, Crown'd with more than royal state,— Still our tongues, with praise o'erflowing, But what wonder should it raise, O the high mysterious ways, God's own Son a child of sorrow! 'Twas to bring us endless pleasure Come, ye rich, survey the stable Boast not your ennobled stations; Had not where to lay His head. Learn of me, thus cries the Saviour, Come, ye servants, see your station Come, ye poor, some comfort gather; Think that if your humbler stations See, your Saviour is ascended : See, He looks with pity down! Trust Him, all will soon be mended; MRS. ELIZA FANNY MORRIS. The Voice and the ELIZA FANNY GOFFE is a native of London. In 1849, she married Mr. Josiah Morris, who is Reply," a collection of original poems. She lately issued a second volume of verse, entitled now sub-editor of The Malvern News. Mrs. Morris published, in 1853, "Life Lyrics." THE FATHER'S VOICE. POOR child of sin and woe, Now listen to thy Father's pleading voice; I know thou canst not rest Until thou art from guilt and sorrow free; Earth cannot make thee blest; Come, bring thy suffering, bleeding heart to me. How often in the hour Of weariness would I have succoured thee ! And scorn the heart that loved so tenderly. Oh, what on earth appears To comfort thy distress and heal thy grief, And offer thy poor sinking soul relief? Thy life of sin has been A toilsome path, without one cheering ray; And He will guide thee in a better way. Come, leave the desert land And all the husks on which thy soul has fed, O sinner! 'tis the voice Of One, who long has loved and pitied thee! And set thee from all sin and suffering free. Oh, canst thou turn away? It is thy Father that invites thee near! And heaven shall hail the penitential tear! JOHN MORRISON, D.D. THE REV. JOHN MORRISON, D.D., minister of Canisbay, Caithnesshire, was associated with Logan and others in preparing the Paraphrases from sacred Scripture which are still used by the Scottish National Church. The two following hymns have been ascribed to Dr. Morrison. He died in 1799. REPENTANCE. COME, let us to the Lord our God His voice commands the tempest forth, And though His arm be strong to smite, Long hath the night of sorrow reign'd; Our hearts, if God we seek to know, As dew upon the tender herb, So shall His presence bless our souls, That hallow'd morn shall chase away THE SAVIOUR'S ADVENT. THE race that long in darkness pined The people dwell in day, who dwelt To hail Thy rise, Thou better Sun, For Thou our burden hast removed, And quelled the oppressors' sway; Quick as the slaughter'd squadrons fell In Midian's evil day. To us a Child of hope is born, To us a Son is given; Him shall the tribes of earth obey, Him all the hosts of heaven. His name shall be the Prince of peace, For evermore adored, The Wonderful, the Counsellor, The great and mighty Lord. His power increasing still shall spread; |