A broken heart,

its low-breathed sighs,

Its scarcely uttered prayer,
Shall to a Father's ear arise,

And meet with mercy there.

And though full oft our wandering feet
Guilt's thorn-strowed path have trod,
Jesus the contrite heart shall meet,
And turn it to its God.

New glory from this throne of light
Shall beam its cheering ray ;
For oft the deepest shade of night
Heralds the brightest day.

"LIFE HAS NO CHARM FOR ME."

HAS life no charm for thee?

Are there no visions of the joyous past,
Like holy spells around thy pathway cast?
Canst thou no blessings see

To cheer thee in thy loneliness of heart,
And to thy soul their gracious aid impart ?

Oh! art thou all unblest?

Come there no glorious hopes thy heart to cheer? Is there no hand to wipe the starting tear?

No thought of that calm rest,

Which the meek child of God alone may share, Where comes no withering grief, no anxious care?

Where is the soul's deep love,

Resting on God in pure, unchanging trust?
Where is that faith which, from the earth and dust,
Can point the eye above,

To purer, nobler mansions in the sky,

Where its freed energies can never die?

Oh let thy soul rejoice;

Life has a charm, though dark to thee it seem.

What though may blighted be thy heart's bright dream,
There is a gentle voice,

Bidding thy heart, amid this deep despair,
On God repose the burden of its care.

And Death shall bring no gloom:

It is the pathway which thy soul must tread,
As to thy Father's mansions thou art led.
Beyond the silent tomb,

When to that heaven thy spirit wings its flight,
Thy God shall be thine everlasting Light.

COMMUNION HYMN.

THE hallowed morn returns again,
Faith's gazing eye to greet.

Oh, let not sin our spirits stain,
As round the board we meet ;
But may our hearts, from earth set free,
Aspire, Eternal One, to thee!

God! let us bow in fervent prayer
Around thy sacred throne;
And, as we cast on thee our care,
Worship thy name alone :
And let remembered love impart
A glow of heaven to every heart.

Here may we gather strength and might,

Life's trial way to tread;

And may thy Spirit's guiding light,

Faith's beaming ray, be shed:

So may the holier path be pressed,

Which leads to thee, and heaven's sweet rest.

ASPIRATION.

AUTHOR of all my blessings here,

Whose word can stay the bitter tear!
Source of my life, my Strength, my All!
On thy dread name my voice would call.

Endued with virtue's high desires,
The deathless soul to heaven aspires;
Above the scenes of earth it soars,
And there its glorious King adores.
Oh, let not sin my spirit stain;
Let me not read thy word in vain ;
Let me from Error's touch be free,
And fix my steadfast heart on thee.

Earth, with thy glittering dust, away!
Not for thy dazzling gifts I pray ;
But may the gem alone be given,

Whose brightness lights my path to heaven.

SUNDAY SCHOOL FESTIVAL, 1837.

FATHER! when gathered round thy throne,

Thy name to bless, thy love to win,
Deign with our contrite souls to meet,
Thus suppliant at thy mercy-seat.

Thanks for the gospel of our Lord;
What strength divine its words afford!
Peace when the angry storm-clouds lower,
And sweeter joy in hope's bright hour.

Bless, Father! bless this faithful band,
Who here around thine altar stand;
Make each young heart thy favored shrine,
And touch it with thy fire divine.

And he, thy watchman on this tower,

Gird him with grace, and strength, and power; His heart sustain, his spirit cheer,

And bless him with thy presence here.

Guide those who wait, with patient love,
To point each infant eye above;
To them a priceless meed be given,
Thy peace on earth, thy smile in heaven.

Press on, ye heralds of his word!
Follow in faith your risen Lord!
Press on, untiring, till your eye
Discern the land of promise nigh!

So when our feet its shores shall tread,
By God our Father gently led,

There may we all the chorus raise
Of fervent prayer and grateful praise.

EVENING HYMN.

FATHER! before I close mine eyes,

To thee my grateful thoughts would rise;

For all the mercies of the day

My heart would now its tribute pay.

Be thou my theme of daily praise,
Thou great and good in all thy ways;
And daily let me seek in prayer
Thy watchful love, thy guardian care.

In weakness here I bend to thee;
Wilt thou my strength in weakness be?
In error here my footsteps roam ;
Oh, lead me to my heavenly home!

Thy peace as holy incense shed
O'er my defenceless, sleeping head;
And through the dangers of the night
Protect me safe till morning light.

In safety guide my wandering feet,
Till I thyself in glory meet :
Then take me to thy heavenly rest,
To be with thee for ever blest.

There shall no night of error be;
No sin divide thy smile from me:
But perfect, pure, unchanging day
Beam on the soul its glowing ray.

HYMN.

For the consecration of Mt. Pleasant Cemetery, Taunton, Sept. 4, 1835.

AROUND thy forest shrine,

Eternal God! we bend,

While to yon dome of thine

Faith's breathing tones ascend,

To spread abroad,

The choral strain,

From Nature's fane,

To Nature's God.

The whispering wind around,

The glorious sky above,

The trees' sweet, murmuring sound,

All, all proclaim thy love.

A thrilling voice,

Checks every fear,

Breathed on the ear,

Bids man rejoice.

Where Nature's hues of bloom

In summer beauty reign,

Shall sadness, doubt, and gloom

Breathe here their mournful strain?

Let songs of praise

And high to heaven

To God be given,

Joy's chorus raise.

To Faith, to Hope, to Love

This spot we consecrate,
While, raised to thee above,
Our hearts thy blessing wait.
Our Father, God;

To thee we pray,
Through him who trod

Death's silent way.