1 MOURN for the thousands slain, 2 Mourn for the ruined soul, - 8 Mourn for the lost; but call, Call to the strong, the free: Rouse them to shun that dreadful fall, And guard their liberty. 4 Mourn for the lost; but pray, To break the fell destroyer's sway, 2 And the heavy night hung dark, The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their hark On the wild New-England shore, 1 By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows! How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 2 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; The rose that blooms beneath the hill 4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, And stormy passion's rage. 5 O Thou who giv'st us life and breath! We seek thy grace alone, In childhood, manhood, age, and death, To keep us still thine own. 1 OH guard our shores from every foe, 2 Unite us in the sacred love Of knowledge, truth, and thee, And let our hills and valleys shout The songs of liberty. 3 Here may religion pure and mild Smile on our sabbath hours, And piety and virtue bless The home of us and ours. 4 Lord of the nations, thus to thee 93 HEBER. C.M GEO. KINGSLEY 2 My wearied soul was all resigned Oh had I kept that better mind, 8 Lord, grant me grace for every day, Whate'er my state may be, Through life, in death, with truth to say, 1 O THOU whose own vast temple stands "My God is all to me." Built over earth and sea! 2 Lord, from thine inmost glory send, 3 May erring minds that worship here And they who mourn, and they who fear, 3 Here may thy saints new progress make; 4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm, |