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Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee,
Sad and slow was the wanderer's tread, .
Say not the law divine,
Shall man, to sordid views confined,
Take, holy earth, all that my soul holds dear,.
That setting sun-that setting sun!
The all-quickening light is rolling there,.
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,.
The bird, let loose in eastern skies, .
The clouds! the clouds! they are beautiful,
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man
The heavens, O Lord, thy power proclaim,
The Lord my pasture shall prepare,
The melancholy days are come, the saddest, &c.
The morning sun! the morning sun!
Then never tear shall fall,
There is a calm for those who weep,
There is an hour of peaceful rest,
There's something sweet in scenes of gloom,
There is a tongue in every leaf,
There's not a star whose twinkling light,
These are thy glorious works, Parent of good,
These, as they change, Almighty Father, these,
The Spirit breathes upon the Word,
The scene was more beautiful far, to my eye,
The trumpet's voice the Sabbath of the Jubilee, &c., 197
The voice of nature, yea, the voice of God,
The world with stones instead of bread,
They sin who tell us love can die,
This world is all a fleeting show,
Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore
Thou thy stern robe of terrors hast put on,
Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme,
Through shades and solitudes profound, .
Thus shalt thou love the Almighty Lord,
'Tis but one family! the sound is balm,
"'T is from the Lord," the humbled monarch cried,
To 'scape from chill misfortune's gloom,
Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky,
Turn, turn thy hasty foot aside,
'T was Eve's pensive twilight, the valley was gray,
'Twas summer, and a Sabbath eve,
Types of eternal rest—fair buds of bliss, .
Vital spark of heavenly flame,
Warriors and Chiefs! should the shaft or the sword,
Weep, mourner, for the joys that fade,
When, as returns this solemn day,
When coldness wraps this suffering clay,
When faith and love, which parted from thee never,
When gathering clouds around I view,
When I consider how my light is spent, .
When I have seen thy snowy wing,
When Israel, of the Lord beloved,
When, marshall'd on the nightly plain,
When Power Divine, in mortal form,
When restless on my bed I lie,
When the dangerous rocks are pass'd,
When, thoughtful, to the vault of heaven,
When the radiant morn of creation broke,
Where shall the child of sorrow find,
Where then may Peace erect her steadfast throne?
Without a shade, where beams the orient light,
THE GOOD SHEPHERD.
As the good shepherd leads his sheep
And, while a-fold by night they sleep
So the True Shepherd, Christ, our souls doth guide, Safe in his eye, protected by his side.
Great Shepherd! do we know thy voice,
Is thy safe fold our rule and choice,
Upheld by faith the obedient sheep shall stand,
"And none shali pluck them from thy Father's hand."
But O! what mortal tongue shall sing
Death could not with his threaten'd sting
Conqueror of death, and pledge of life to rise,
Shepherd! with joy we hear thy call
Let none from that salvation fall,
But, as thy sacred records long foretold,
No moon hung o'er the sleeping earth;
The stars, that sung ere morning's birth,
With heavenly music:-earthly ears
But there were those, in Judah's land,
As o'er them was unrolled
The starry glory; and there came
"To God be glory! for, this day,
A BRANCH that ne'er shall know decay :-