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ORDINATION HYMN.

Written for the ordination of Mr. George Whitney as pastor of the Second Church and society in Roxbury, June 15, 1831.

JEHOVAH! at thine awful throne,

Earth and earth's suppliants lowly bow;
Where breaks the light, thy power is known,
Where evening lingers, there art thou.

We bow to thee, in humble prayer,

That now thy servant thou would'st bless;
And long may this, thy people, share
His love, his care, his faithfulness.

Long may this vine, Almighty One!
The Gospel's healing balm diffuse ;
Be nurtured by the morning sun,

And watered with the evening dews.

Here may thy church find rich increase;
Firm as thy throne her faith endure;

Be peaceful, as thy word is peace,

And pure as thou, O God, art pure.

Here may the wandering child of sense
Return to thee and heaven again,
And erring, weeping Penitence

Seek not a Father's face in vain.

Here may earth's restless tumults cease;
Be Sorrow patient to thy will;

Say to the angry spirit, " Peace,"

To Passion's stormy wave,

"Be still."

Jehovah at thine awful throne,

Earth and earth's mighty suppliants bow;
Where morning kindles, thou art known,
Where evening slumbers, there art thou.

A well-deserved tribute to the character and memory of Dr. Gray appeared soon after his decease in the "Christian Register," and was written by Rev. Frederick T. Gray, who, in reference to his hymns, said that a "few of them, breathing the true spirit of lyric poetry, have passed into some of our best Collections," and added: "One of them, 'Good-Night,' so felicitously is it expressed, will long be remembered by the children of many Sunday schools, over whom a shade of sadness will come when they shall hear of the death of him who wrote, 'Pure as the dew ascends.""

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GOOD-NIGHT.

A closing hymn, written for a Juvenile Concert.

OOD-NIGHT! good-night! our song is said:
Good-night! the lyre is sleeping:

May spirits bright around your bed
A radiant watch be keeping.

And may you wake, with bosoms light,

Unclouded by a sorrow,

From dreams of all you love, to-night,
To pleasant hours to-morrow:
May every dream,

In the moon-beam,

From hope her rainbow borrow.
Good-night! to all, a kind good-night.

Good-night! good-night! we humbly pray,
To Heaven our heart addressing,
Our every thought and act to-day
May meet his holy blessing.
Pure as the dew unseen ascends
In morning's sunny hour,
Pure as the spotless lily bends.
To heaven her vestal flower,

So purely there,

Oh, let our prayer

Rise to the same Good Power!

Good-night! good-night! to all, a kind good-night.

WILLIAM NEWELL.

(1804.)

REV. WILLIAM NEWELL, D.D., was born in Littleton, Mass., Feb. 25, 1804. When he was at a very early age, his parents removed to Boston, where the son received his first school instruction. Having entered the Latin School of that city, he was the first to carry off the prize for a Latin poem awarded by that institution. He graduated with high honor, reading on the occasion a poem on "Youth," which evinced his unmistakable genius for this kind of literary composition. He graduated at Harvard College in 1824, and at the Cambridge Divinity School in 1829, maintaining here, as in earlier relations, his superior rank as a student. He was ordained pastor of the First Church in Cambridge, May 19, 1830, and was its devoted and faithful minister for nearly thirty-eight years, resigning his charge and ceasing from active parochial labors March 31, 1868. At the close of this long term of service, his people, among whom he still lives and with whom he continues to worship, presented him with a munificent gift in token of their grateful appreciation of his worth and usefulness.

Dr. Newell has had a high reputation for scholarly attainments, and for the purity and finish of his style as a writer. His published productions consist chiefly of religious discourses, biographical and historical addresses, and literary articles, printed in pamphlet form or in magazines. Of his occasional or anniversary discourses, two were delivered on leaving the old church in Cambridge, Dec. 1, 1833, and on entering the new, Dec. 12, 1833; others on "Our National Legislature," preached on Fast Day, April 7, 1842; on the Cambridge Church Gathering in 1636, February, 1846; on "The Year's Remembrances," Dec. 31, 1848; and on the com. pletion of the twenty-fifth year of the author's settlement, May 27, 1855. Of his funeral or commemorative sermons are those which he gave on Judge Story, 1845; on Andrews Norton, entitled "The Christian Scholar," 1853; on "The Changes of Life," delivered after the death of Mrs. Professor Webster, 1853; on Jared Sparks, 1866; and on Professor Charles Beck, 1866. Two others, one on Rev. William Ware and one on William Wells, were published in the "Christian Register" of Feb. 29, 1852, and April 29, 1860. "Corrupt Gifts" was the title of a sermon which he preached on Jan. 22, 1854, the anniversary of Lord Bacon's birthday. He gave to the "Christian Examiner," May, 1848, an article on the Early Fathers of New England, with a memoir of Thomas Shepard; and to the same periodical, November, 1853, a memoir of Andrews Norton. A memoir of Rev. Convers Francis, D.D., was published in the "Proceedings of the Massachusetts Historical Society" for 1865. Dr. Newell is a member of the Massachusetts Historical Society, and received the degree of D.D. from Harvard College in 1853.

He has from time to time written for his friends, or contributed to the papers and magazines, or composed for public occasions, hymns and poems of rare merit, distinguished alike for their beauty and power of thought, their refined Christian spirit and sentiment, and their chaste and graceful expression. As in the case of similar productions of other gifted bards whose names appear in this volume, we take peculiar pleasure in giving here to some of Dr. Newell's verses their first collected form.

CONSECRATION OF CAMBRIDGE CEMETERY.
Sung at the consecration, Nov. 1, 1854.

CHANGING, fading, falling, flying

From the homes that gave them birth,

Autumn leaves in beauty dying

Seek the mother-breast of earth.

Soon shall all the songless wood
Shiver in the deepening snow,
Mourning in its solitude,

Like some Rachel in her woe.

Slowly sinks yon evening sun,

Softly wanes the cheerful light,
And, the twelve hours' labor done,
Onward sweeps the solemn night.

So on many a home of gladness

Falls, O Death, thy winter gloom;
Stands there still in doubt and sadness
Many a Mary at the tomb.

But the genial spring returning
Will the sylvan pomp renew,
And the new-born flame of morning
Kindle rainbows in the dew.

So shall God, his promise keeping
To the world by Jesus given,
Wake our loved ones, sweetly sleeping,
At the breaking dawn of heaven.

Light from darkness! Life from death!

Dies the body, not the soul;
From the chrysalis beneath
Soars the spirit to its goal.

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These are the last lines of a beautiful poem with which Dr. Newell closed his sermon on the completion of the twenty-fifth year of his ministry, and which may be found in the pamphlet containing the printed discourse, and entitled "The Pastor's Remembrances."

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O the two voices, to the dreamer's thought,
Alternate sang, of Hope and Terrors wild,
Of Grief and Gladness, Trust and gloomy Doubt.
Which was his own? Father, forgive thy child!

Forgive the fears that struggle with his faith,
Dispel the doubts that overcloud his sky,
As the sun scatters the red mist beneath;
And onward let the blessed trinity,

The sister-band of graces, one and three,
Strong Faith, with eagle eye and angel wings,

Sweet Hope, that heavenward soars, and soaring sings,
And Love, that crowns the Father King of kings,
Lead through the labyrinth of life to thee.

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