HYMNS.

LONG METRE.

VIRTUE.

UPREME and universal light!
Fountain of reason! judge of right!
Parent of good! whose blessings flow
On all above, on all below:

2 Assist us, Lord! to act, to be,
What nature and thy laws decree;
Worthy that intellectual flame,
Which from thy breathing spirit came.

3 Our moral freedom to maintain,

Bid passion serve, and reason reign, Self-poised and independent still On this world's varying good or ill. 4 No slave to profit, shame, or fear, Oh, may our steadfast bosoms bear The stamp of heaven, an upright heart, Above the mean disguise of art. 5 May our expanded souls disclaim The narrow view, the selfish aim; But with a Christian zeal embrace Whate'er is friendly to our race.

OMNIPOTENCE.

COME, O my soul, in sacred lays,

Attempt thy great Creator's praise;
But oh, what tongue can speak his fame?
What mortal verse can reach the theme?

2 Enthroned amid the radiant spheres,
He, glory like a garment wears;
To form a robe of light divine,
Millions of suns around him shine.

3 In all our Maker's grand designs,
Omnipotence, with wisdom, shines;
His works, through all this wondrous frame,
Declare the glory of his name.

4 Raised on devotion's lofty wing,
Do thou, my soul, his glories sing;
And let his praise employ my tongue,
Till listening worlds shall join the song.

LOVE TO GOD AND OUR NEIGHBOR.

Matt. xxii. 37-40.

THU Let all thy inward powers unite

HUS saith the first, the great command,

To love thy Maker and thy God,
With utmost vigor and delight.

2 Then shall thy neighbor next in place
Share thine affection and esteem;
And let thy kindness to thyself
Measure and rule thy love to him."
3 This is the sense that Moses spoke,
This did the prophets preach and prove,
For want of this the law is broke,

And the whole law's fulfilled by love.
4 But oh! how base our passions are!
How cold our charity and zeal!
Lord, fill our souls with heavenly fire,
Or we shall ne'er perform thy will.

PRAISE YE THE LORD.

ROM all that dwell below the skies

Let the Creator's praise arise;

Let the Redeemer's name be sung,
Through every land, by every tongue.

2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord,
Eternal truth attends thy word;

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.

3 In every land begin the song,
To every land the strains belong;
In cheerful sounds all voices raise,
And fill the world with loudest praise.

MAY NOW, THY WILL, MY GOD, BE DONE.

MY God, my Father, while I stray

Far from my home, on life's rough way,

Oh, teach me from my heart to say,
"May now, thy will, my God, be done."

2 What though in lonely grief I sigh
For friends beloved, no longer nigh;
Submissive still would I reply,

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'May now, thy will, my God, be done.”
3 If thou shouldst call me to resign

What most I prize, it ne'er was mine,
I only yield thee what is thine;

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May now, thy will, my God, be done."
4 Should pining sickness waste away
My life in premature decay,

In life or death, teach me to say,
"May now, thy will, my God, be done.”
5 Renew my will from day to day,
Blend it with thine, and take away
Whatever makes it hard to say,

"May now, thy will, my God, be done."

FAREWELL OF THE SOUL TO THE BODY.

From the Episcopal Recorder.

YOMPANION dear, the hour draws nigh,

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The sentence speeds to die, to die!

So long in mystic union held,

So close in strong embrace compelled,
How canst thou bear the dread decree
That strikes thy clasping nerves from me?
Yes, thou hast marked my bidding well,
Faithful and true! - Farewell! Farewell!

2 That thou didst sometimes clog my course,
Or with thy trifling check my force,
Or lure from heaven my wavering trust,
Or bow my drooping wing to dust,
I blame thee not; our strife is done;
I knew thou wert the weaker one,
The vase of earth, the trembling clod,
Constrained to hold the breath of God.

3 Well hast thou in my service wrought;
Thy brow hath mirrored forth my thought,
To wear my smile thy lips have glowed,
Thy tear to speak my sorrow flowed;
Thine ear hath brought me rich supplies
Of varying tinctured melodies;

Thy hands my prompted deeds have done,
Thy feet have on my errands run:

4 Go to thy rest. Ah, quit thy hold,
For thou art faint, and chill, and cold.
If I have ever caused thee pain,

The throbbing breast, the burning brain,
With cares and vigils turned thee pale,
Or scorned thee, when thy strength did fail,
Forgive! forgive! thy task doth cease;
Friend! lover; let us part in peace.

THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM.

By H. K. White.

HEN marshalled on the nightly plain,
The glittering hosts bestud the sky,

One star alone, of all the train,
Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.
Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,
From every host, from every gem;
But one alone the Saviour speaks,
It is the Star of Bethlehem.

2 Once on the raging seas I rode,

The storm was loud, the night was dark,
The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed
The wind that tossed my foundering bark.
Deep horror then my vitals froze;

Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem,
When suddenly a star arose,

It was the Star of Bethlehem.

3 It was my guide, my light, my all;
It made my dark foreboding cease;
And through the storm and danger's thrall
It led me to the port of peace.
Now safely moored, my perils o'er,

I'll sing first in night's diadem,

Forever and forever more,

The Star, the Star of Bethlehem.

THE PURE IN HEART SHALL MEET AGAIN.

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By William Leggett.

I each a blissful dwelling sphere,

yon bright orbs which gem the night,

Where kindred spirits re-unite,

Whom death hath torn asunder here,
How sweet it were at once to die,
And leave this dreary world afar,
Meet soul with soul, and cleave the sky,
And soar away from star to star.