A HYMN,

FOR FAMILY WORSHIP.

I.

O LORD, another day is flown,
And we, a lonely band,

Are met once more before thy throne,
To bless thy fostering hand.

II.

And wilt thou bend a listening ear,

To praises low as ours?

Thou wilt! for Thou dost love to hear

The song which meekness pours.

III.

And Jesus thou thy smiles wilt deign, As we before thee pray;

For thou didst bless the infant train,

And we are less than they.

IV.

O let thy grace perform its part,

And let contention cease;

And shed abroad in every heart:

Thine everlasting peace!

V.

Thus chasten'd, cleans'd, entirely thine,

A flock by Jesus led;

The Sun of Holiness shall shine,

In glory on our head.

VÍ.

And thou wilt turn our wandering feet,
And thou wilt bless our way;

"Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet The dawn of lasting day.

THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM.

I.

WHEN marshall'd on the nightly plain,

The glittering host bestud the sky;

One star alone, of all the train,

Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.

II.

Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,
From every host, from every gem;

But one alone the Saviour speaks,

It is the star of Bethlehem.

III.

Once on the raging seas I rode,

The storm was loud,-the night was dark, The ocean yawn'd, and rudely blow'd The wind that toss'd my foundering bark.

IV.

Deep horror then my vitals froze,

Death-struck, I ceas'd the tide to stem;

When suddenly a star arose,

It was the star of Bethlehem.

ง.

It was my guide, my light, my all,

It bade my dark forebodings cease;

And through the storm, and dangers' thrall,
It led me to the port of peace.

VI.

Now safely moor'd-my perils o'er,

I'll sing, first in night's diadem,

For ever and for evermore,

The star!-The star of Bethlehem!

A HYMN.

O LORD, my God, in mercy turn,

I strove against thee, Lord, I know,
I spurn'd thy grace, I mock'd thy law;
The hour is past-the day's gone by,
And I am left alone to die.

O pleasures past, what are ye now
But thorns about my bleeding brow?! [
Spectres that hover round my brain,
And aggravate and mock my pain. bi

For pleasure I have given my soul;
Now, Justice, let thy thunders roll!
Now vengeance smile-and with a blow,
Lay the rebellious ingrate low.

Yet Jesus, Jesus! there I'll cling,
I'll croud beneath his sheltering wing;
I'll clasp the cross, and holding there,
Even me, oh bliss!-his wrath may spare.

MELODY.

Inserted in a Collection of Songs selected, and originally published, by the Rev. J. Plumptre, of Clare Hall, Cambridge.

I.

YES, once more that dying strain,
Anna, touch thy lute for me;
Sweet, when Pity's tones complain,
Doubly sweet is melody.

II.

While the Virtues thus inweave

Mildly soft the thrilling song;

Winter's long and lonesome eve,
Glides unfelt, unseen along.

III.

Thus when life hath stolen away,

And the wintry night is near;

Thus shall virtue's friendly ray,

Age's closing evening cheer.