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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,
But what he soon will be:

And look beyond this earthly night,
To crowns of gold, and bowers of light.

EDMESTON.

LOVE OF GOD.

1 Our Father sits on yonder throne,
Amidst the hosts above:

He reigns throughout the world alone,
He reigns the God of love.

2 He knew us when we knew him not,
Was with us, though unseen;
His favours came to us unsought,
His love has wondrous been

3 He keeps us now, securely keeps,
Whatever foe assails,

With vigilance that never sleeps,
With power that never fails.

4 He gives us hope that we shall be,
Ere long, with him above;
That we shall all his glory see,
And celebrate his love.

5 Then let us, while we dwell below,
Obey our Father's voice;
To all his dispensations bow,
And in his name rejoice.

6 How sweet to hear him say at last,
"Ye blessed children come;

"The days of banishment are past,
"And heaven is now your home."

KELLY.

PRAYER.

1 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,
Unuttered or exprest;

The motion of a hidden fire
That trembles in the breast.

2 Prayer is the burthen of a sigh,
The falling of a tear;

The upward glancing of an eye,
When none but God is near.

3 Prayer is the simplest form of specch That infant lips can try;

Prayer the sublimest strains that reach
The Majesty on high.

4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air,

His watchword at the gates of death,
He enters heaven by prayer.

5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,
Returning from his ways;

While angels in their songs rejoice, "Behold he prays!"

And say,

6 The saints, in prayer appear as one,
In word, and deed, and mind,
When with the Father and his Son,
Their fellowship they find.

7 Nor prayer is made on earth alone:
The Holy Spirit pleads;

And Jesus, on the eternal throne,
For sinners intercedes.

8 0 thou, by whom we come to God,
The Life, the Truth, the Way;
The path of prayer thyself hast trod:
Lord, teach us how to pray.

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,
'Tis fair as breath of even;

A couch for weary mortals spread,
Where they may rest the aching head,
And find repose in heaven!

3 There is a home for weary souls,
By sin and sorrow driven;

When tost on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,
And all is drear-'tis heaven!

4 There faith lifts up the tearful eye,
The heart with anguish riven;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene in heaven!

5 There fragrant flow'rs immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are given :
There rays divine disperse the gloom :
Beyond the confines of the tomb,
Appears the dawn of heaven!

TAPPAN.

THE HIDING-PLACE.

1 Awake, sweet harp of Judah, wake,
Retune thy strings for Jesus' sake;
We sing the Saviour of our race,
The Lamb, our shield and hiding-place.

2 When God's right arm is bar'd for war, And thunders clothe his cloudy car,

Where, where, Oh where! shall man retire,
T'escape the horrors of his ire?

3 'Tis he, the Lamb, to him we fly,
While the dread tempest passes by;
God sees his well-beloved's face,
And spares us in our hiding-place.

4 Thus, while we dwell in this low scene,
The Lamb is our unfailing screen;
To him, though guilty, still we run,
And God still spares us for his Son.

5 While yet we sojourn here below,
Pollutions still our hearts o'erflow;
Fall'n, abject, mean, a sentenc'd race,
We deeply need a hiding-place.

6 Yet courage-days and years will glide,
And we shall lay these clods aside;
Shall be baptiz'd in Jordan's flood,
And wash'd in Jesus' cleansing blood.
7 Then pure, immortal, sinless, freed,
We thro' the Lamb shall be decreed;
Shall meet the Father face to face,
And need no more a hiding-place.

KIRKE WHITE.

A STAR APPEARED IN THE EAST.

1 The world lay hush'd in slumber deep,
And darkness veil'd the mind,

When rose upon their shadowy sleep
The star that saves mankind.

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