nmortality; and this our fair domain, Iversal song. drink it in In the gentle moonlight: = setting glories: Night, De, with silent step breathes it in cur ears: ht day, and thoughtful eve, = limitless expanse, -ument, are touch'd nd, and conscious chords great jubilee. as sounds of earth wake their passing souls ly harmony. AMILY WORSHIP. WHITE. y is flown, band, efore Thy throne, tering hand. a listening ear, s ours? dost love to hear meekness pours. y smiles wilt deign, ee pray; For Thou didst bless the infant train, And we are less than they. O let Thy grace perform its part, Thus chasten'd, cleans'd, entirely thine, The Sun of Holiness shall shine In glory on our head. And Thou wilt turn our wandering feet, I marvel not in former days Ere purer light was given, That men fell down and worshipped thee But now that knowledge great and high We know thee but a glorious part Oh, mysteries of night that fill Oh! might and majesty that reign THE EVENING STAR. How beautiful the twilight sky, And there is one-a radiant one- The clouds fall off in glittering flakes So moves a ship that flings the waves In bright foam from its prow. orshipped thee reat and high ous part le. at fill love, God mat reign night at noon! ithout a moon! he sky, eigned to die! al gloom, erald of the tomb. Pharaoh lay, h dismay. ed their light, uenched in night 'Lights in the hall! Lights to the regal chair!" But all was gloom and desolation there. A palpable obscure, a gathering cloud Wrapped prince and people in its murky shroud. While Israel's sons, from fear and darkness free, Walked forth in light, confiding, Lord, in thee. O! through this vale of sorrows as we stray, Do Thou preserve and lead us on our way. Guide Thou our feet till death's dark hour is past, And make us, Lord, thy sons of light at last. THE SUNBEAM. MRS. HEMANS THOU art no lingerer in monarch's hall, Thou art walking the billows, and ocean smiles, To the solemn depths of the forest shades, I look'd on the mountains-a vapour lay I look'd on the peasant's lowly cotSomething of sadness had wrapt the spot, But a gleam of thee on its lattice fell, And it laugh'd into beauty at that bright spell. To the earth's wild places a guest thou art, Flushing the waste like the rose's heart; And thou scornest not from thy pomp to shed A tender smile on the ruin's head. Thon tak'st thro' the dim church-aisles thy way, And then turnest not from the humblest grave, Sunbeam of summer! oh! what is like thee, cot the spot, mat bright spell. est thou art, e's heart; pomp to shed ad. h-aisles thy way, =h forth to-day; eir trophies old, n gold. umblest grave, Ends may wave; e dreams of rest, sy breast. is like thee, e sea? given h hues of heaven! words of creation, lence of night! to their station, ed to light. |