2 Yet was he sad and lonely here; Of low and humble birth; And mingled, while in this dark sphere, With meanest sons of earth. In spirit poor, in look forlorn, The jest of mortals and the scorn. 3 A crown of heavenly radiance now, A harp of golden strings, Glitters upon his deathless brow, And to his hymn-note rings. The bower of interwoven light Seems at the sound to grow more bright. 4 Then, while with visage blank and sear, The poor in soul we see; Let us not think what he is here, And look beyond this earthly night, EDMESTON. LOVE OF GOD. 1 Our Father sits on yonder throne, He reigns throughout the world alone, 2 He knew us when we knew him not, 3 He keeps us now, securely keeps, With vigilance that never sleeps, 4 He gives us hope that we shall be, 5 Then let us, while we dwell below, 6 How sweet to hear him say at last, "The days of banishment are past, KELLY. PRAYER. 1 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, The motion of a hidden fire 2 Prayer is the burthen of a sigh, The upward glancing of an eye, 3 Prayer is the simplest form of specch That infant lips can try; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air, His watchword at the gates of death, 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, While angels in their songs rejoice, "Behold he prays!" And say, 6 The saints, in prayer appear as one, 7 Nor prayer is made on earth alone: And Jesus, on the eternal throne, 8 0 thou, by whom we come to God, MONTGOMERY. THE HEAVENLY REST. 1 There is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wand'rers given; There is a tear for souls distrest, A balm for every wounded breast, 'Tis found above-in heaven! 2 There is a soft, a downy bed, A couch for weary mortals spread, 3 There is a home for weary souls, When tost on life's tempestuous shoals, 4 There faith lifts up the tearful eye, 5 There fragrant flow'rs immortal bloom, TAPPAN. THE HIDING-PLACE. 1 Awake, sweet harp of Judah, wake, 2 When God's right arm is bar'd for war, And thunders clothe his cloudy car, Where, where, Oh where! shall man retire, 3 'Tis he, the Lamb, to him we fly, 4 Thus, while we dwell in this low scene, 5 While yet we sojourn here below, 6 Yet courage-days and years will glide, KIRKE WHITE. A STAR APPEARED IN THE EAST. 1 The world lay hush'd in slumber deep, When rose upon their shadowy sleep |