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My hand shall perish, and my voice shall cease.

6 Yet shall the Lord, who hears when Zion calls, .

O'ertake her foes with terror and dismay, His arm avenge her desolated walls,

And raise his children to eternal day.

TEMPTATION.

1 The billows swell, the winds are high, Clouds overcast my wintry sky; Out of the depths to thee I call,My fears are great, my strength is small. 2 O Lord, the pilot's part perform,

And guide and guard me through the storm,

Defend me from each threat'ning ill,
Control the waves,-say, "Peace, be still."
3 Amidst the roaring of the sea,
My soul still hangs her hopes on thee;
Thy constant love, thy faithful care,
Is all that saves me from despair.

4 Dangers of every shape and name
Attend the followers of the Lamb,
Who leave the world's deceitful shore,
And leave it to return no more.

5 Though tempest-toss'd and half a wreck,
My Saviour through the floods I seek;
Let neither winds nor stormy main
Force back my shatter'd bark again.

COWPER.

LOVE NEVER FAILETH.

They sin who tell us love can die,
With life all other passions fly,
All others are but vanity.

In heaven, ambition cannot dwell,
Nor avarice in the vaults of hell;
Earthly these passions of the earth,
They perish where they had their birth,
But love is indestructible.

Its holy flame for ever burneth,

From heaven it came, to heaven returneth,
Too oft on earth a troubled guest,

At times deceived, at times distrest,
It here is tried and purified,

It hath in heaven its perfect rest;
It soweth here in toil and care,
But the harvest time of love is there.
O! when the mother meets on high
The babe she lost in infancy,
Hath she not then for all her fears,
The anxious day, the watchful night,
For all her sorrows, pains, and tears,
An over payment of delight?

SOUTHEY.

HEAVENLY HOPE.

1 Reflected on the lake, I love
To see the stars of evening glow;
So tranquil in the heavens above,
So restless in the wave below,

2 Thus heavenly hope is all serene,

But earthly hope, how bright soe'er,

Still fluctuates o'er this changing scene,
As false and fleeting as 'tis fair.

BISHOP HEBER.

CHRIST'S SECOND COMING.

1 The Lord shall come! the earth shall

quake;

The mountains to their centre shake;
And, withering from the vault of night,
The stars shall pale their feeble light.

2 The Lord shall come! but not the same
As once in lowliness He came;

A silent Lamb before his foes,
A weary man, and full of woes.

3 The Lord shall come! a dreadful form,
With rainbow-wreath and robes of storm;
On cherub-wings, and wings of wind,
Appointed judge of all mankind.

4 Can this be He, who wont to stray
As pilgrim on the world's highway,
Oppress'd by power, and mock'd by pride,
The Nazarene,-the crucified ?

5 While sinners in despair shall call,
"Rocks, hide us; mountains, on us fall!"
The saints, ascending from the tomb,
Shall joyful sing, "The Lord is come!"

BISHOP HEBER.

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THE CHILDREN'S CHURCH.

1 I've worshipp'd where the mighty kneel
Before the mightiest in prayer,
And with the noble organ's peal,

My mingling hymn has risen there.
2 I've met where two or three have met,
Before the throne in tears to lie;
Nor would my soul that hour forget,
When in communion God pass'd by:

3 Yet higher privilege for me

I covet not to be reveal'd,
Than a glad worshipper to be,

Where children have in beauty kneel'd.
4 To mingle mine with their pure prayers,
When they like infant cherubs bend;
To join my voice and heart with theirs,
In anthems to our heavenly friend.

5 That melody! it knows not art,

That simple prayer! I feel 'tis true;
In Jesus children have a part,

"Tis theirs to love and worship too.
6 And there! before the eternal throne,
Censers to such dear ones are given;
Their lisping harps of silver tone,
Ring sweetest 'mid the choirs of heaven.
7 O brighter shone the Godhead out,
When taking children to his arms;
Than when confess'd by Jewish shout,
By regal pomp and waving palms.

8 Yea, loftier then a conqueror, came
The Saviour to his suffering,
When they of Bethphage sang acclaim,
And gave Hosannas to their King.

TAPPAN.

JUDGMENT.

1 The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire,

As the Lord cometh down in the pomp of his ire;

Self-moving, it drives on its path-way of cloud,

And the heavens with the burthen of
Godhead are bow'd.

2 The glory! the glory! around him are pour'd,

The myriads of angels that wait on the Lord;

And the glorified saints, and the martyrs are there,

And all who the palm-wreaths of victory

wear.

3 The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead have all heard;

Lo, the depths of the stone-cover'd monuments stirr'd!

From ocean and earth, from the south pole and north,

Lo, the vast generation of ages come forth

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