AS fades the landscape from the sight,

When evening shades obscure the light, So fade, alas! the joys of earth,

And wither ere they scarce have birth.

2 As fades the lovely, blooming flow'r,
Frail, smiling solace of an hour,
So soon our transient comforts fly,
And pleasures only bloom to die.

3 As fades our friendship's early joy,
The seeming gold is half alloy

That tie that binds the human heart,
The closer drawn, will sooner part.

4 Thus fade our sweetest comforts here,
Our dearest friends, they disappear;
When the loud call from God is given,
"They sleep in death, to wake in heaven."

5 But there are joys that never fade,
Where these privations ne'er invade;
Where virtue its reward shall prove,
And "triumph in redeeming love."

RIEND after friend departs!
Who hath not lost a friend?

There is no union here of hearts,
That finds not here an end.
Were this frail world our final rest,
Living or dying, none were blest.

2 Bevond the flight of time,

Beyond the reign of death,

There surely is some blessed clime,

Where life is not a breath,
Nor life's affections transient fire,
Whose sparks fly upward and expire.

3 There is a world above,

Where parting is unknown-
A long eternity of love,

Form'd for the good alone;
And faith beholds the dying here,
Translated to that glorious sphere.

4 Thus star by star declines,
Till al. are passed away,

As morning high and higher shines,
To pure and perfect day;

Nor sink those stars in empty night,

But hide themselves in heaven's own light.

Wand heaven and earth shall pass away,

THEN the last trumpet shakes the ground,

Poor sinner, how will you be found?
How can you meet that awful day?

You are passing away

To the great judgment day.

2 The Judge in majesty comes down,
With glory beaming in his face,
Wearing a rainbow and a crown-
He comes to judge the human race.

You are, fe.

8 With trembling you will leave the tomb (Unless you all your sins forsake), The Judge will then pronounce your doom, And plunge you in the fiery lake. You are, &c.

But tho' his grace you've long withstood,
And would not to his scepter bow,
He waits to save you by his blood,
And crown you with salvation now.

You are, &c.

5 Believe in him with all your heart,
And all your sins shall be forgiven;
And when your work is finished here,
Your happy souls shall rise to heaven.
You are, &c.

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MISCELLANEOUS.

The Missionaries.

11, 9.

HEY have gone to the land where the patriarchs rest,

Where the bones of the prophets are laid, Where the chosen of Israel the promise possessed,

And Jehovah his wonders displayed

To the land where the Savior of sinners once trod,

Where he labored, and languished, and bled, Where he triumphed o'er death, and ascended to God,

As he captive captivity led.

2 They have gone-the glad heralds of mercy have gone

To the land where the martyrs once bled, Where the

Beast and False Prophet" have since trodden down

The fair fabric that Zion had laid;

Where the Churches, once planted, and watered, and blessed,

With the dews which the Spirit distilled, Have been smitten, despoiled, and by heathens possessed,

And the places that knew them defiled.

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10, 11.

AIL! thou blest morn, when the great

H Mediator

Down from the mansion of heav'n did descend.

Shepherds, go worship the babe in a manger; Lo! for his guard the bright angels attend. Kindest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid. Star in the East the horizon adorning,

Guide where our Infant Redeemer was laid.

2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops were shining, Low lay his head with the beasts of the stall; Angels adore him, in slumbers reclining,

Maker, and Monarch, and Savior of all.

3 Say, shall we yield him in costly devotion, Odors of Eden, and offerings divine,

Gems from the mountains, or pearls from the

ocean,

Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine?

4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation; All those can never his favor secure. Richer by far is the heart's adoration; Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 5 Low at his feet we, in humble prostration, Lose all our sorrow, and trouble, and strife;

There we receive his divine consolation,
Flowing afresh from the fountain of life.

He is our friend in the midst of temptation, Faithful supporter, whose love can not fail, Rock of our refuge, and hope of salvation,

Light to direct us thro' death's gloomy vale.

7 Star of the morning, thy brightness declining, Shortly must fade when the sun doth arise; Beaming refulgent his glory eternal,

Shines on the children of love in the skies.

ROM Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand—
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand-
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver

Their land from error's chain.

2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile?.
In vain with lavish kindness
The gifts of God are strewn ;
The heathen, in his blindness,
Bows down to wood and stone.

3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Shall we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O Salvation!