Tho' friends forsake, and death remove For those whom Christ the Lord has blest. 7 And shall the world's deceitful smile ANON. LOVE TO PARENTS. 1 To honour those who gave us birth, 2 Trace then the tender scenes of old, 3 Survey her toil, her anxious care, 4 Nor hold from mem'ry's glad review, The joy that mark'd his thankful gaze 5 When press'd by sickness, pain, or grief, How anxious they to give relief; Our dearest wish they held their own; Till ours return'd, their peace was flown. 6 God of our life, each parent guard, And death's sad hour, O! long retard; Be theirs each joy that gilds the past, And heaven our mutual home at last. NOEL. CONFESSION. 1 Lord, when we bend before thy throne, And our confessions pour, Teach us to feel the sins we own, 2 Our contrite spirits pitying see, 3 When our responsive tongues essay 4 When we disclose our wants in prayer, May we our wills resign; And not a thought our bosom share, 5 Let faith each meek petition fill, And teach our hearts 'tis goodness still, ANON, BLESSED BE THY NAME FOR EVER. 1 Blessed be thy name for ever, 2 Thou who slumberest not, nor sleepest, Blest are they thou kindly keepest; God of evening's parting ray, Of midnight's gloom, and dawning day, HOGG. THE BIRTH OF CHRIST. 1 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid! Star of the east the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid! 2 Cold on his cradle the dew drops are shining, Low lies his bed with the beasts of the stall! Angels adore him in slumber reclining, Maker and Monarch, and Saviour of all! 3 Say shall we yield him, in costly devotion, Odours of Edom, and off'rings divine; Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine? 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation; Vainly with gold would his favour secure ; Richer by far is the heart's adoration, Dearer to God are the pray'rs of the poor! 5 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid! Star of the east the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid! HEBER. PURSUIT AFTER HAPPINESS. 1 No longer I follow a sound, No longer a dream I pursue; B O happiness, not to be found! 2 I have sought thee in splendour and dress, The voice of true wisdom inspires; 'Tis sufficient, if peace be the scope, And the summit of all our desires. 4 Peace may be the lot of the mind That seeks it in meekness and love, But rapture and bliss are confined To the glorified spirits above. COWPER. DEATH. 1 That awful hour will soon appear, 2 Death calls my friends, my neighbours hence, And none resist the fatal dart; Continual warnings strike my sense, 3 Think, O my soul! how much depends |