Hymn

FOR THE FOURTH OF JULY, 1832.

BEFORE the Lord we bow

The God who reigns above,

And rules the world below,

Boundless in power and love.
Our thanks we bring,

In joy and praise,

Our hearts we raise

To heaven's high King.

The nation thou hast blest

May well thy love declare,

Enjoying peace and rest,

Protected by thy care.

For this fair land,

For this bright day,

Our thanks we pay

Gifts of thine hand!

Our fathers sought thee, Lord!

And on thy help relied ;

Thou heard'st and gav'st the word,

And all their need supplied.

Led by thy hand

To victory,

They hailed a free

And rescued land.

God of our sires! that hand

Be now, as then, displayed To give this favored land

Thy never-failing aid.

Still may it be

Thy fixed abode!

Be thou our God!

Thy people we!

May every mountain height,

Each vale and forest green,

Shine in thy word's pure light, And its rich fruits be seen!

May every tongue

Be tuned to praise,

And join to raise

A grateful song!

Earth hear thy Maker's voice,

The great Redeemer own;

Believe, obey, rejoice:

Bright is the promised crown.

Cast down thy pride,

Thy sin deplore,

And bow before

The crucified.

And when in power he comes, O, may our native land, From all its rending tombs, Send forth a glorious band!

A countless throng

Ever to sing,

To heaven's high King,

Salvation's song!

9

A Bear Story.

WRITTEN AT THE SALT SULPHUR SPRING.

THERE was a Bear-alas! that we must bear
The loss of such a bear. He was the pet
And plaything of the children, men, and maids;
The ladies, too, wept briny tears for him,

'Till all the springs were salt. For much he loved To play his tricks before them, and to take

From their fair hands the dainties they would bring;
And they would stroke his sable fur, and feel
His velvet paws; and then he licked his paws,
And paws so touched, he could have licked, and

lived

Long on such licking. But, alas! he died.

Now a bare bear-skin, and some bare bear bones,