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SACRED HARP.



« Sweet Harp of Zion
With trembling hand I wake thy holy strain ;
With trembling hand I sweep thy sacred chord,
That poured of old its music to the Lord."



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PREFACE.



Ik offering to the Public a new and very
much enlarged edition of the Sacred Harp,
the Publisher has to return his most grateful
acknowledgments for the very favourable
reception given to this little compilation on
its first appearance. Further selections have
since been carefully gleaned firom every re-
cent pubUcation of merit, on the subject of
sacred poetry; and no exertion has been



iv PREFACE.

spared to render the Work still more deserv-
ing of the favour it has received.

To enter into a laboured defence of devo-
tional poetry here, v^ould be superfluous
and out of place. Though the harp of the
sweet singer of Israel hangs silent on the
willow, and will not respond to the touch of
less hallowed hands, Religion is yet acknow-
ledged to be in its very nature, of all sub-
jects, the one best suited to the exercise of
high and pure poetical talent ; and the spe-
cimens collected in this volume, will, it is
hoped, evince that such talent has been here
successfully exerted.

" To allay the perturbations of the mind,
and to set the affections to a right tune ; to
celebrate, in glorious and lofty hymns, th»



PREFACE. V

throne and equipage of God's Almightiness,
and what he suffers to be wrought with high
providence in his church ; to paint out and
describe whatever in reUgion is holy and
sublime, and, in virtue, amiable or grave ;"
this, in the words of Milton, is the gift and
the office of poetry.

That amid the changes and chances of
this mortal life, the pious affections of his
readers may be kindled, and their minds
raised to lofty and glowing conceptions of
the glorious attributes of the Almighty, or
soothed into

"The daylight dreams of pensive piety,"

by the little Work now presented to their
notice, even as the harp of David calmed



vi PREFACE.

the troubled spirit of Saul ; and that their
hearts may be warmed with praise and
thanksgiving for the great and manifold
mercies of God, is the earnest prayer of the
Compiler.

Dublin, January, 1831.



CONTENTS.



ADDISON. Page.

God Glorified in all His Works, . . 68

Amelia, Daughter of Geoege III.

The Vanity of Human Life, ... 104

Babbauld.

The Righteous Blessed in Death, . . 164

Barrett.

Female Charity, ..... 149

Barton.

The Land which no Mortal may Know, 148
Farewell, 227

Bentham.

Reflections on Retiring to Rest, . . 140



viii CONTENTS.

Rlair. Page.
It is Finished, 154

BOWDLER.

A Prayer, 228

Bowles.

Heaven, 198

BOWRING.

The Cross of Christ, . . . .157
Jesus Teaching the People, . . . 179
The Goodness of God, . . . .206

Browne.

The Sister's Voice, • ... 118

Burns.

Lines left at a Reverend Friend's House, 238

BVRON.

The Wild Gazelle, 159

Cameron.

The Promised Saviour, . . . .102

Campbell.

The Star of the East, . . . .62

The Nativity, 06

The Rainbow, 161



CONTENTS. ix

Cawood. Page.

The Song of the Angels at Bethlehem, 69

Cecil.

The Dying Infant, 168

Charlotte Elizabeth.

Christian Warfare, . . . .142

CONDER.

The Comet, 189

The Christian's Hope and Triumph, . 214

Cooper.

Isaiah's Vision, 144

Cowper.

Light Shining out of Darkness, . . 23

Praise for the Fountain Opened, . . 107

Trust in God, 147

True and False Gaiety, . . . .188

Walking with God 193

Croly.

The Crucifixion, .: ... 233

Cunningham.

The Sabbath, 166

Mary at the Sepulchre, . . . .175

Christian Watchfulness, . . . 182

Mount Calvary, 183

Thy Kingdom Come 253



X CONTENTS.

De Fleury. Page.
Kedron, 185

DODDHIDGE.

The Sabbath, 83

Drvden.

Veni Creator, 240

East.

The Sabbath, 203

Sabbath Retirement, . . . .212

EoaresTON.

The House of God, 113

The Millennium, 138

Sabbath Evening 177

Grant.

The Litany, 155

Christ a Present Help, . . . .220

Mrs. Grant, of Lagoan.

Hymn for the Sons of the Clergy, . . 152

Mrs. Godwin.

The Sabbath on the Seas. . . .245



CONTENTS.


xi


Heber.


Page.


First Sunday after Epiphany,
Missionary Hymn, .
Hymn for Whit Sunday,
Hymn before the Sacrament,
The Beauties of Creation,
A. Prayer to Jesus, .


. 38
. 42
. 47
. 99
. 165
. 244



Hemans.



The Hour of Prayer, .... 55

The Better Land, 171

A Domestic Scene, 229



HORNE.




The Emblems of Death,


. . 222


Keeble.




Evening, . . . . .


. . 127


Kelly.




Human Life, ....
The Zion that is Above,


. . 46

. . 187


Kenn,




Morning Hymn,
Evening Hymn,


. 108
. . 110


Knox.




The Rainbow, ....
Dirge of Rachel,
The Exemplary Wife, .
The Field of Gilboa,


. . 73
. . 81

. 97
. 116



xii CONTENTS.

Leyden. Page.

A Sabbath Meditation, . . . .205

Logan.

The Heavenly Temple, .... 65
The Rest of the Grave, . . . .204

Milan.

Victory over Death and the World, . 26

Mabriott.

The Saint, 132

Marsden.

What is Time 1 217

Middleton.

Time Misimproved, .... 216

Milman.

The Meekness of Christ, ... 29
The Burial Anthem, .... 48

Mom.

The Unknown Grave, . . ' . .248



CONTENTS.


xiii


lEs Montgomery.


Page.


Good Tidings of Great Joy, .


. . 20


Life, Death, and Judgment, .


. 56


Christ our Example in Suffering,


. 58


On the Death of an Aged Minister


, . 59


The Song of the Hundred and Foi


ty and


Four Thousand,


. . 71


The Communion of Saints, .


. 85


Prayer,


. 105


Value of a Moment,


. 170


Separation of Friends, .


. 173


The Three Mountains, .


. . 181



RoBEnr Montgomery.

The Death of the Sceptic and Christian, 99

Morrison.

Sacramental Hymn, .... Ill

Newton.

The Name of Jesus, .... 41

Noel.

Love to Parents, 33

Night, 80

Mary Magdalene, 247

Park.

Rachel, . . • . . .231



COIN TENTS.



PoLLOK. Page.

Glory to God and to the Lamb, . 17

Character of Lord Byron, ... 88

Friendship, 223

True Happiness, 225



Pope.

The Dying Christian to his Soul, . . 25

Raffles.

The Heavenly Jerusalem, ... 36
Emmaus, 200

Rogers.

To the Butterfly, 160

ROSCOE.

Saul Journeying to Damascus, . . 174

Sir Walter Scott.

Hymn of the Hebrew Maid, ... 21
The Day of Wrath, .... 40
The Bible, 50

Shoberl.

Where is God 1 254



CONTENTS. XV

TiGHE. Page.

The Lily, 125

TOPLADY.

Christ the Rock of Ages, ... 18

Happiness, 195

Walker.

Saturday Night, 122

Stanzas, 130

Watts.

Death Easy in Prospect of Heaven, . 86

A Summer Evening, .... 95

The Scheme of Redemption, . . 180

Wesley.

The Redeemed in Heaven, ... 63

Jacob Wrestling w^ith the Angel, . . 76

Hymn of Praise, 114

White, Henry Kirke.

The Star of Bethlehem, ... 34



Anonymous.




Elegy on a Beloved Infant, .
The Place of Rest, .
Day of Judgment, .
The Missionary's Death,
Prayer for the Holy Spirit, .


. 27

. . 44

51

. 53

. 72



CONTENTS.



Anonymous.

The Little Wandering Jew,

Elijah's Interview with God,

Death of a Young Christian,

The Morning Star, .

The Hundredth Psalm, .

The Passion, .

Trust in Jesus,

The Christian Pilgrim, .

Confession,

God Visible in all His Works,



Page.
101
136
145
151
192
196



210
226
242



THE

SACRED HARP.



GLORY TO GOD AND TO THE LAMB.

POLLOK.

Harp, lift thy voice on high ! — shout angels,

shout !
And loudest, ye redeemed ! Glory to God,
And to the Lamb who bought us with his

blood.
From every kindred, nation, people, tongue ;
And washed, and sanctified, and saved our

souls ;
And gave us robes of linen pure, and crowns
Of life, and made us kings and priests to God.
Shout back to ancient Time ! Sing loud, and

wave
Your palms of triumph ! Sing, Where is

thy sting,

B



18 THE SACRED HARP.

O Death ! — where is thy victory, O Grave !
Thanks be to God, eternal thanks, who gave
Us victory through Jesus Christ, our Lord.
Harp, hft thy voice on high ! — shout, angels,

shout !
And loudest, ye redeemed ! Glory to God,
And to the Lamb, all glory and all praise,
All glory and all praise, at morn and even,
That come and go eternally, and find
Us happy still, and Thee for ever blest !
Glory to God and to the Lamb. Amen.
For ever, and for ever more. Amen.



CHRIST THE ROCK OF AGES.

TOPLADY.

Rock of ages, cleft for me.
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood.
From thy riven side which flow'd.
Be of sin the double cure,
Cleanse me from its guilt and pow'r.



THE SACRED HARP. 19

Not the labours of my hands
Can fulfil thy laws demands ;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow ;
All for sin could not atone,
Thou must save, and thou alone.



Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling ;
Naked, come to thee for dress,
Helpless, look to thee for grace ;
Foul I to the fountain fly,
Wash me, Saviour, or I die.

While I draw this fleeting breath,
While my eye-strings break in death
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on thy judgment throne.
Rock of ages, cleft for me.
Let me hide myself in Thee !



20 THE SACRED HARP.

GOOD TIDINGS OF GREAT JOY.

MONTGOMERY.

Angels, from the realms of glory,
Wing your flight o'er all the earth,

Ye who sang creation's story.
Now proclaim Messiah's birth ;

Come and worship.

Worship Christ the new-born King.

Shepherds, in the field abiding,

Watching o'er your flocks by night,

God with man is now residing.
Yonder shines the Infant-Ught ;

Come and worship,

Worship Christ the new-born King.

Sages, leave your contemplations,
Brighter visions beam afar ;

Seek the great Desire of nations ;
Ye have seen his natal star ;

Come and worship.

Worship Christ the new-bom King.



THE SACRED HARP. 21

Saints before the altar bending,
Watching long in hope and fear,

Suddenly the Lord, descending.
In liis temple shall appear ;

Come and worship,

Worship Christ the new-born King.

Sinners, wrung with true repentance,
Doom'd for guilt to endless pains,

Justice now revokes the sentence,
Mercy calls you — break your chains ;

Come and worship,

Worship Christ the new-bom King.



HYMN OF THE HEBREW MAID.

SIR WALTER SCOTT.

When Israel, of the Lord beloved,
Out from the land of bondage came.

Her father's God before her moved.
An awful guide in smoke and flame.



22 THE SACRED HARP.

By day along the astonish' d lands

The cloudy pillar glided slow ;
By night, Arabia's crimson'd sands

Return' d the fiery pillar's glow.

There rose the choral hymn of praise,

And trump and timbrel answer'd keen;
And Zion's daughters pour'd their lays,

With priests' and warriors' voice between.
No portents now our foes amaze,

Forsaken Israel wanders lone ;
Our fathers would not know Thy ways,

And Thou hast left them to their own.



But present still, though now unseen,

When brightly shines the prosperous day,
Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen.

To temper the deceitful ray.
And oh ! when stoops on Judah's path.

In shade and storm the frequent night,
Be Thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath,

A burning and a shining light !



THE SACRED HARP. 23

Our harps we left by Babel's streams

The tyrant's jest, the Gentiles' scorn;
No censer round our altar beams,

And mute are timbrel, trump, and horn.
But Thou hast said, " The blood of goat,

The flesh of rams, I will not prize ;
A contrite heart, an humble thought,

Are mine accepted sacrifice."



LIGHT SHINING OUT OF DARKNESS.

COWPER.

God moves hi a mysterious way,

His wonders to perform ;
He plants his footsteps in the sea.

And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines

Of never-failing skill.
He treasures up his bright designs,

And works his sovereign will.



24 THE SACRED HARP.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread

Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.



Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
/ But trust him for his grace ;

Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding every hour ;
The bud may have a bitter taste,

But sweet will be the flower.

BUnd unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain ;

God is his own interpreter.
And he will make it plain.



THE SACRED HARP. 25

THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL.

POPE.

Vital spark of heavenly flame \
Quit, O quit, this mortal frame :
Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying,
O the pain, the bhss of dying !
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife
And let me languish into Ufe.

Hark, they whisper ; angels say,
Sister spirit, come away !
What is this absorbs me quite !
Steals my senses, shuts my sight ;
Drowns my spirits, draws my breath:
Tell me my soul, can this be death ?

The world recedes ; it disappears !
Heaven opens on my eyes ! — my ears

With sounds seraphic ring ;
Lend, lend your wings ! — I mount ! —I fly !
O grave ! — where is thy victory ?
O death! — where is thy sting ?



26 THE SACRED HARP.

VICTORY OVER DEATH AND THE WORLD.

MILAN.

I'm going to leave all my sadness,
I'm going to change earth for Heaven ;

There, there all is peace, all is gladness,
There pureness and glory arc given.
Come quickly then, Jesus. Amen.

Friends, weep not iri sorrow of spirit,
But joy that my time here is o'er;

I go the good part to inherit,
Where sorrow and sin are no more.

The shadows of evening are fleeing ;

Morh breaks from the City of light ;
This moment day starts into being,

Eternity bursts on my sight !

The first-born redccm'd from all trouble,
(The Lamb that was slain, in the throng,)

Their ardour in praising redouble ;
Breaks not on the ear their new song !



THE SACRED HARP. 27

I'm going to tell their great story,
To share in their transports of praise ;

I'm going in garments of glory,
My voice to unite with their lays.

Ye fetters corrupted then leave me ;

Thou body of sin droop and die ;
Pains of earth cease ye ever to grieve me ;

From you 'tis for ever I fly.

Come quickly then, Jesus. Amen.



ELEGY ON A BELOVED INFANT.

ANON.

Faee thee well, thou lovely stranger,
. Guardian angels take your charge.
Freed at onee from pain and danger,
Happy spirit set at large.

Life's most bitter cup just tasting.
Short thy passage to the tomb,

O'er the barrier swiftly hasting
To thine everlasting home.



28 THE SACRED HARP.

Death his victim still pursuing,
Ever to his purpose true,

Soon her placid cheek bedewing,
Robbed it of its rosy hue.



Sealed those eyes, so lately beaming

Innocence and joy so mild,
Every look so full of meaning

Seemed to endear the lovely child.

In the silent tomb we leave her

Till the resurrection morn.
When her Saviour will receive her,

And restore her lovely form.

Then, dear Lord, we hope to meet her

In thy happy courts above.
There with heavenly joy to greet her,

And resound redeeming Love !



THE SACRED HARP. 29

THE MEEKNESS OP CHRIST.

MILMAN.

Thou wert born of woman ! thou didst

come
O Holiest ! to this world of sin and gloom ,
Not in thy dread omnipotent array ;
And not by thunders strewed was thy tem-
pestuous road ;
Nor indignation burnt before thee on thy way,
But thee, a soft and naked child,
Thy mother undefiled,
In the rude manger laid to rest
From off her virgin breast.

The heavens were not commanded to pre-
pare
A gorgeous canopy of golden air :
Nor stoop' d their lamps th' enthroned fires
A single silent star came wandering from

afar,
Gliding unchecked and calm along the Uquid
sky.



30 THE SACRED HARP.

The eastern sages leading on
As at a kingly throne,
To lay their gold and odours sweet
Before thy infant feet.



The earth and ocean were not hushed to

hear
Bright harmony from every starry sphere ;
Nor at thy presence brake the voice of song
From all the cherub choirs ; and seraph's

burning lyres
Poured thro' the host of heaven the charmed
host along.

One angel troop the strain began,
Of all the race of man
By simple shepherds heard alone,
That soft Hosannah's tone.

And when thou didst depart, no car of

flame
To bear thee hence in lambent radiance

came :



THE SACRED HARP. 31

Nor visible angels mourned with drooping
plumes :
Nor didst thou mount on high from fatal

Calvary
With all tliine own redeemed outbursting
from their tombs.
For thou didst bear away from earth
But one of human birth,
The dying felon by thy side, to be
In Paradise with thee.

Nor o'er thy cross the clouds of vengeance

brake ;
A httle while the conscious earth did shake
At that foul deed by her fierce children
done;
A few dim hours of day the world in dark-
ness lay ;
Then bask'd in bright repose beneath the
cloudless sun.

While thou didst sleep beneath the

tomb,
Consenting to thv doom :



32 THE SACRED HARP.

Ere yet the white -robed angel shone
Upon the sealed stone.



And when thou didst arise, thou didst not

stand
With devastation in thy red right hand,
Plaguing the guilty city's murtherous
crew;
But thou didst haste to meet thy mother's
coming feet,
And bear the words of peace unto the
faithful few.

Then calmly, slowly didst thou rise
Into the native skies.
Thy human form dissolved on high
In its own radiancy.



THE SACRED HARP. 33



LOVE TO PARENTS.



To honour those who gave us birth,
To cheer their age, to feel their worth,
Is God's command to human kind,
And own'd by every grateful mind.

Trace then the tender scenes of old,
And all our infant days unfold ;
Yield back to sight the mother's breast.
Watchful to lull her child to rest.

Survey her toil, her anxious care,
To form the hsping lips to pray'r ;
To win for God the yielding soul.
And all its ardent thoughts controul.

Nor hold from mem'ry's glad review -
The fears which all the father knew ;
The joy that mark'd his thankful gaze
As virtue crown' d maturer days.
C



34 THE SACRED HARP.

When press'd by sickness, pain, or grief,
How anxious they to give relief !
Our dearest wish they held their own:
Till cur's return'd, then- peace was flown.

God of our life, each parent guard,
And death's sad hour, O long retard!
Be their's each joy that gilds the past,
And heaven our mutual home at last.



THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM.

KIKKE WHITE.

When marshall'd on the nightly plain,
The glitt'ring host bcstud the sky ;

One star alone of all the train.
Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.

Hark ! hark ! to God tlic chonis breaks
From every host, from every gem ;

But one alone the Saviour speaks,
It is the Star of Bethlehem.



THE SACRED HARP. 35

Once on the raging seas I rode,

The storm was loud, the night was dark,
The ocean yawn'd — and rudely blow'd

The wind that toss'd my found' ring bark.



Deep horrors then my vitals froze,
Death-struck — I ceas'd the tide to stem ;

When suddenly a star arose,
It was the Star of Bethlehem.



It was my guide, my light, my all ;

It bade my dark forebodings cease ;
And thro' the storm and danger's thrall.

It led me to the port of peace.

Now safely moor'd — my perils o'er,
I'll sing, first in night's diadem,

For ever and for evermore,
The Star !— the Star of Bethlehem !



THE SACRED HARP.



THE HEAVENLY JERUSALEM.

RAFFLES.

High in yonder realms of light,

Far above these lower skies,
Fair and exquisitely bright,

Heaven's unfading mansions rise :
Built of pure and massy gold,

Strong and durable are they ;
Deck'd with gems of worth untold.

Subjected to no decay !

Glad within these blest abodes,

Dwell the raptur'd saints above,
Where no anxious care corrodes,

Happy in Emmanuel's love !
Once, indeed, like us below.

Pilgrims in this vale of tears.
Torturing pain, and heavy woe,

Gloomy doubts, distressing fears:



THE SACRED HARP. 37

These, alas ! full well they knew,

Sad companions of their way ;
Oft on them the tempest blew,

Through the long and cheerless day !
Oft their vileness they deplor'd,

Wills perverse and hearts untrue,
Griev'd they could not love their Lord,

Love him as they wished to do.

Oft the big unbidden tear,

SteaHng down the furrow'd cheek,
Told, in eloquence sincere,

Tales of woe they could not speak :
But these days of weeping o'er.

Past this scene of toil and pain,
They shall feel distress no more,

Never, never, weep again !

'Mid the chorus of the sides,

'Mid the angeUc lyres above.
Hark ! their songs melodious rise.

Songs of praise to Jesus' love !



38 THE SACRED HARP.

Happy spirits ! yc are fled,
Where no grief can entrance find ;

Lull'd to rest the aching head,
Sooth' d the anguish of the mind !

All is tranquil and serene,

Calm and undisturb'd repose ;
There no cloud can intervene,

There no angry tempest blows !
Every tear is wiped away,

Sighs no more shall heave the breast ;
Night is lost in endless day —

Sorrow — ^in eternal rest !



FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY.

HEBER.

By cool Siloam's shady rill

How sweet the hly grows !
How sweet the breath beneath the hill

Of Sharon's dewy rose !



THE SACRED HARP. 39

Lo ! such the child whose feet

The paths of peace have trod ;
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,

Is upward drawn to God !

By cool Siloam's shady rill

The lily must decay ;
The rose that blooms beneath the hill

Must shortly fade away.

And soon, too soon, the wintry hour

Of man's maturer age;
Will shake the soul with sorrow's power,

And stormy passion's rage !

O Thou, whose infant feet were found

Within Thy Father's shrine !
Whose years, with changeless virtue crowi J'd,

Were all alike Divine.

Dependant on Thy bounteous breath,

We seek thy grace alone.
In childhood, manhood, age, and death,

To keep us still Thine own !



40 THE SACRED HARP.



THE DAY OF WRATH.

SIR WALTER SCOTT.

The day of wrath ! — that dreadful day,
When heaven and earth shall pass away,
What power shall be the sinner's stay?
Whom shall he trust that dreadful day ?

When shrivelling like a parched scroll,
The flaming heavens together roll ;
When, louder yet, and yet more dread.
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead.

Oh, on that day, that wrathful day,
When man to judgment wakes from clay,
Be Thou, O Christ! the sinner's stay.
Though heaven and earth shall pass away !



THE SACRED HARP. 41



THE NAME OF JESUS.

NEWTON-.

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds

In a believer's ear !
It soothes his soitows, heaJs his wounds,

And drives away his fear.

It makes "the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast ;

'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.

Dear name ! — the rock on which I build,

My shield and hiding-place ;
My never-failing treasury, filled

With boundless stores of grace.

By thee my prayers acceptance gain

Although with sin defiled,
Satan accuses me in vain.

And I am owned a cliild.



43 THE SACRED HARP.

Jesus, my Shepherd, Husband, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King;

My Lord, my hfe, my way, my end,
Accept the praise I bring.

Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought ;

But when I see thee as thou art,
I'll praise thee as I ought.

Till then I would thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath ;

And may the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.



MISSIONARY HYMN.

IIEBER.

From Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand.

Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down then: golden sand ;



THE SACRED HARP. 43

From many an ancient river,

From many a balmy plain,
They call us to deliver

Their land from error's chain.



What though the spicy breezes

Blow soft on Ceylon's isle,
Though every prospect pleases,

And only man is vile ;
In vain with lavish kindness.

The gifts of God are strown,
The heathen, in his bUndness,

Bows down to wood and stone.

Shall we whose souls are lighted

With wisdom from on high,
Shall we to man benighted

The lamp of Ufe deny ?
Salvation ! oh, salvation !

The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation

Has learnt Messiah's name.



44 THE SACRED HARP.

Waft, waft yc winds his story !

And you, ye waters, roll ;
Till like a sea of glory,

It spreads from pole to pole !
Till o'er our ransom' d nature,

The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,

In bliss returns to reiijn.



THE PLACE OF REST.

ANON.

Theke is an hour of peaceful rest
To mourning wanderers given ;
There is a tear for souls distrest,
A balm for every wounded breast' —


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