So shall they smile, secure from fear, Though death should blast the rising year. 6 Thy children, ready to be gone, Bid time's impetuous tide roll on, And land them on that blooming shore, Where years and death are known no more. 87. L. M. H. M. WILLIAMS. 'Thou hast made Summer and Winter.' 1 Mr God, all nature owns thy sway; Thou givest the night, and thou the day; When all thy loved creation wakes, When morning, rich in lustre, breaks, And bathes in dew the opening flower, To thee we owe her fragrant hour; And when she pours her choral song, Her melodies to thee belong. 2 Or when, in purer tints arrayed, The evening slowly spreads her shade, 3 As o'er thy works the seasons roll, 1 BEYOND, beyond that boundless sea, Farther than thought itself can flee, 2 We hear thy voice, when thunders roll, The waves obey thy dread control; 3 O, not in circling depth, or height, 89. O come, thou Presence Infinite, 10 & 6s M. S. G. GOODRICH. Thoughts at Sea. 1 HERE is the boundless ocean, there the sky O'erarching broad and blue, Telling of God and heaven, how deep, how high, How glorious and how true! 2 Upon the wave there is an anthem sweet, Whispered in fear and love, Sending a solemn tribute to the feet Of Him who sits above. 3 God of the waters! nature owns her king! At thy command the tempest spreads its wing, 4 And when the whirlwind hath gone rushing by, Obedient to thy will, What reverence sits upon the wave and sky, 5 O! let my soul, like the submissive sea, By the deep influence of thy spirit be 6 And as the golden sun lights up the morn, So may the Sun of Righteousness adorn, 1 Оn Thou, who bid'st these ocean-streams Their primal bounds and limits keep; Who lay'st thy temple's starry beams 2 Conduct us o'er the trackless waste - 4 But teach us, more than all the rest, In all thy tender mercies blest 5 That when life's weary voyage is past, 1 REVIVING sleep! thy sheltering wing Is o'er the couch of labour spread; Sweet minister, unearthly thing, That hovers round the tired one's head. 2 As calm and cold as mortal clay 3 But, lighted 'neath heaven's temple arch, 4 O then thy spirit, Lord, anew 1 JERUSALEM, Jerusalem! enthroned once on high, Thou favoured home of God on earth, thou heaven below the sky, Now brought to bondage with thy sons, a curse and grief to see, Jerusalem, Jerusalem! our tears shall flow for thee. 2 Oh hadst thou known thy day of grace, and flocked beneath the wing Of him who called thee lovingly, thine own anointed King, Then had the tribes of all the world gone up thy pomp to see, And glory dwelt within thy gates, and all thy sons been free! 3 'And who art thou that mournest me?' replied the ruin gray, And fearest not rather that thyself may prove a castaway? I am a dried and abject branch, my place is given to thee; But wo to every barren graft of thy wild olive tree! 4 Our day of grace is sunk in night, our time of mercy spent, For heavy was my children's crime, and strange their pun ishment; Yet gaze not idly on our fall, but, sinner, warned be, thee! 5 'Our day of grace is sunk in night, thy noon is in its prime ; |