Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee, Page. 268 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,.. Sad and slow was the wanderer's tread, . Sad, solitary Thought, who keep'st thy vigils, 57 54 99 Salt of the earth! ye virtuous few, Say not the law divine, Shall man, to sordid views confined, She said she was alone within the world, 74 272 40 182 267 Spirit of spirits! who, through every part, 183 168 107 218 Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? &c. 216 259 Take, holy earth, all that my soul holds dear, . The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, 133 The autumnal winds had stripp'd the field, 103 The bird, let loose in eastern skies,. 163 The clouds! the clouds! they are beautiful, 25 The cold wind strips the yellow leaf, 263 The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learn'd, 157 The heavens, O Lord, thy power proclaim, 50 The hour, the hour, the parting hour, The melancholy days are come, the saddest, &c. There is a tongue in every leaf, There's not a star whose twinkling light, These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, To-morrow!-mortal, boast not thou, To 'scape from chill misfortune's gloom, Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky, Types of eternal rest-fair buds of bliss,. When the radiant morn of creation broke, When thou art in thy chamber, and thy knee, Where shall the child of sorrow find, Where then may Peace erect her steadfast throne? . 147 231 228 70 59 221 22 95 41 SABBATH RECREATIONS. 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, Great Shepherd! do we know thy voice, Is thy safe fold our rule and choice, From bondage free? 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 Thy wondrous love? Death could not with his threaten'd sting Conqueror of death, and pledge of life to rise, Joy of the earth, and heir of subject skies. Shepherd! with joy we hear thy call Let none from that salvation fall, But, as thy sacred records long foretold, CHRISTMAS HYMN. No moon hung o'er the sleeping earth; The stars, that sung ere morning's birth, It was 66 the music of the spheres," The song of seraphim. But there were those, in Judah's land, The starry glory; and there came "To God be glory! for, this day, A BRANCH that ne'er shall know decay :- |