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Tho' he undaunted bravd the fight,
And charg'd amidst the slain. This tear like that insidious worm,
Which gnaws the giant oak, Hath levell'd many a noble heart,
And many a heart-string broke.
With sympathy to feel ;
Where joy is wont to heal.
Whose hand can send relief,
Can mitigate our grief,
That path which Jesus trod;
And soar unto its God.
May I from earth arise,
And wing'd it to the skies.
Faith bids the soul ascend on high,
And opens up the gate of bliss;
And wafts its tidings back to us.
And tells of scenes divinely fair
And bids us look with wonder there.
Our every hope in life be lost;
May see our bark 'midst breakers tost,
Where early friends in silence sleep;
That shore beyond the swelling deep.
Faith speaks of myriads round the throne,
Who once were suff'rers here below;
To glory from a scene of woe.
Whom Angels worship in the sky; 'Tis to the Lamb for evermore
Who once for guilty man did die. Faith, saving faith worlds cannot chain,
To earth's ignoble low abode; And pleasure's voice allures in vain
To keep her from the throue of God, Her chariot is the lightning's wing,
The Martyr's cup her brightest prize ; And death, tho' cruel, will but bring
Faith to full vision in the skies.
Who early taught our infant lips to pray,
And, if once lost, we never more shall find
Its feelings with our own congenial mind;
Our hearts, to lonely agony consign'd,
Of deeds that wrung a parent's heart with pain : And oh ! could we but open death's dark gate ;
And lead them back into the world again
Oh! but once more to see their face !--tis vain !
voice !-'tis sweetly driven
KNOX'S SONGS OF ISRAEL,
Love, the new Commandment.
BEHOLD, where, breathing love divine,
Our dying Master stands !
Receive his last commands.
What tender accents fell!