Before the dawn of day

On Britain's favored isle, Downward he casts his burning ray On many a pagan pile.

He saw the savage wild,

Some idol's help implore ; He saw the untaught Indian child His painted gods adore.

Lord, let thy light, we pray,
On them-on us arise:

For we are foolish, blind as they,
Till Jesus make us wise.

We learn thy blessed will, We read thy holy word, Then may we thy commands fulfil, Which others never heard.

SAILOR'S HYMN.

Or old did Jesus condescend
To calm the stormy sea?

Yes, he was then the Sailor's friend:
And such he still would be.

He does but wait to hear us crave,
As they besought him then—
"Master, we perish! come and save,
For we are dying men!"

Not to sustain our mortal breath,

We raise the earnest cry

Lord, save our precious souls from death,
And make us fit to die.

Then blow ye winds! ye surges roar!
"T will not our souls appal;
Though waves and billows pass us o'er,
And deep to deep should call.

But O! without that blessed hope,
Without a Saviour near,

What desperate courage bears us up!
What madness not to fear!

Jesus, on thee our hopes we cast,
No more thy wrath defy;
This is the anchor, sure and fast,
On which we may rely.

Soon shall the sea give up its dead,
And should our graves be there,
With joy we'll quit our watery bed,
To meet Him in the air.

HYMN.

COME, my fond fluttering heart,
Come, struggle to be free:
Thou and the world must part,

However hard it be:

My trembling spirit owns it just,
But cleaves yet closer to the dust.

Ye tempting sweets forbear

Ye dearest idols fall:

My love ye must not share;

Jesus shall have it all:

"T is bitter pain- 't is cruel smart,
But O! thou must consent, my heart!

Ye fair enchanting throng,
Ye golden dreams, farewell!
Earth has prevailed too long,

And now I break the spell:
Ye cherished joys of early years !
Jesus forgive these parting tears.

But must I part with all,

My heart still fondly pleads: Yes-Dagon's self must fall:It beats, it throbs, it bleeds: Is there no balm in Gilead found To soothe and heal the smarting wound?

O yes, there is a balm,

A kind physician there, My fevered mind to calm,

To bid me not despair :

Dear Saviour! help me, set me free,

And I will all resign to thee!

O may I feel thy worth,

And let no idol dare

No vanity of earth

With Thee, my Lord, compare: Now bid all worldly joys depart, And reign supremely in my heart!

ЕРІТАРН,

WHILE o'er this dear remain affection weeps,
A voice proclaims—“ She is not dead, but sleeps:”
Jesus again descending from the skies

Shall break her slumbers, saying-" Maid arise;"
Then gently lead her to her Father's feet,
With kind command to give her angels' meat,
Assured in hope, we wait the promised hour,
"Tis sown in weakness-it is raised in power.

ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT.

WITH What unknown delight the mother smiled When this frail treasure in her arms she pressed! Her prayer was heard-she clasped a living child; -But how the gift transcends the poor request! A child was all she asked, with many a vow;— Mother-Behold the child an angel now!

Now in her Father's house she finds a place;
Or if to earth she take a transient flight,

"T is to fulfil the purpose of His grace,

To guide thy footsteps to the world of light;— A ministering spirit sent to thee,

That where she is, there thou mayst also be.

ON VISITING AN OLD FAMILY RESIDENCE

LET pensive Memory trace her wonted round.
In these familiar walks :- 't is fairy ground:
Still to her view upheld in bright array,
Birds in the bowers, and roses ever gay.

Let grateful thought with deeper musings roam
Through each loved haunt of this deserted home.
Long from the social altar, year by year,

The patriarch's prayer went up accepted here,
And lo! in answer to the faithful call,

On children's children showers of blessings fall.
Embowered retreat! how fair to Christians' eyes:
Sure 't was heaven's gate! a nursery for the skies!

TRITE THOUGHTS IN A PLACE OF WORSHIP

THESE Courts, how amiable! 't is sweet
To spend the day of rest,

Where minds in pure communion meet
(Though but a stranger guest),

Where Peace and Love their hearts expand

And Friendship's holy flame is fanned.

When clouds of fragrant incense rise
(The prayer of hearts sincere)

When hymns of praise address the skies,