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How little yet they knew, how much was learned in vain.
For human guilt and mortal wo,
Their sympathising sorrows flow;
They mourned the narrow bounds assigned
They mourned the ills they could not cure,
The great Eternal had made known,
And oft the starry cope of heaven beneath,
With fixed feet, as rooted there,
While sliding o'er their head,
In solemn silence dread,
With folded arms laid on their reverend breast,
A Star appears : they marked its kindling beam
The lesser lights that deck the sky,
At the fair stranger seemed to gaze,
The blameless men the wonder saw,
They knew 'twas none of all the train
Monsters of earth and of the main,
Remote from nature as from truth,
Nor e'er did wandering planet stoop so low
The heavenly impulse they obey,
The new-born light directs their way;
The silver clue unerring led,
Thus passed the venerable pilgrims on,
And soon their feet her hallowed pavements prest;
Not in her marble courts to rest, -
And points their path, and points their view,
There the bright sentinel kept watch,
For there, within its humble thatch,
Now, sages, now your search give o'er,
Believe, fall prostrate, and adore !
No more the fond complaint renew
Of human guilt and mortal wo,
What angels wished to see, ye view;
What angels wished to learn, ye know ;-
See, Mercy from her golden urn
Pours a rich stream to them that mourn!
The bleeding bosom of despair! When Bethl'hem's shepherds through the night,
He comes! to cheer the trembling heart, Watchd o'er their flocks by starry-light:- Bids Satan and his host depart;
Again the Day-star gilds the gloom,
Again the bow'rs of Eden bloom !
0 Zion ! lift thy raptur'd eye, In distant hallelujahs stole,
The long-expectcd hour is nigh ; Wild murm'ring o'er the raptur'd soul.
The joys of nature rise again,
The Prince of Salem comes to reign.
On wheels of light, on wings of flame,
BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the
o Zion! lift thy raptur'd eye,
Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining,
THE STAR OF THE MORNING.
Angels adore him in slumber reclining,
Say, shall we yield him in costly devotion, Star of the morn, whose placid ray Odours of Edom, and offerings divine ? Beam'd mildly o'er yon sacred hill, Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the While whisp’ring zephyrs seem'd to say, ocean,
As silence slept and earth was still, Myrrh of the forest, or gold from the mine? Hail, harbinger of gospel light !
Dispel the shades of nature's night! Vainly we offer each ample oblation ; Vainly with gifts would his favour secure : I saw thee rise on Salem's tow'rs, Richer by far is the heart's adoration ; I saw thee shine on gospel lands, Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. And Gabriel summon'd all his puw'rs,
And waked to ecstacy his bands; BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the
Sweet cherubs hail'd thy rising ray,
And sang the dawn of gospel day!
Shine, lovely star! on ev'ry clime,
For bright thy peerless beauties be;
And shed thy rays from sea to sea;
Then shall the world from darkness rise, H. K. WHITE.
Millennial glories cheer our eyes !
The glittering host bestud the sky;
UPON THE CIRCUMCISION.
MILTON. Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,
From every host, from every gem; Ye flaming powers, and winged warriors But one alone the Saviour speaks,
bright, It is the Star of Bethlehem.
That erst with music, and triumphant song,
First heard by happy, watchful shepherd's Once on the raging seas I rode,
ear, The storm was loud,--the night was dark, So sweetly sung your joy the clouds along The ocean yawn'd--and rudely bluw'd Through the soft silence of the listening night; The wind that tossed my foundering bark. Now mourn; and, if sad share with us to
bear Deep horror then my vitals froze,
Your fiery essence can distil no tear, Death-struck, I ceas'd the tide to stem; Burn in your sighs, and borrow When suddenly a star arose;
Seas wept from our deep sorrow : It was the Star of Bethlehem.
He, who with all heaven's heraldry whilere
Enter'd the world, now bleeds to give us easeo It was my guide, my light, my all,
Alas, how soon our sin
O more exceeding love, or law more just ?
Just law indeed, but more exceeding love ! Now safely moor'd-my perils o'er, For we, by rightful doom remediless, I'll sing, first in night's diadem,
Were lost in death, till he, that dwelt above, For ever and for evermore,
High-throned in secret bliss, for us frail dust The Star--the Star of Bethlehem ! Emptied his glory, even to nakedness ;
And that great covenant which we still
Will pierce more near his heart.
CHRIST IN THE TEMPLE.
ABAsh'd be all the boast of Age!
Be hoary Learning dumb! Expounder of the mystic page,
Behold an Infant come!
Our Saviour meek, and with untroubled
head, But shelter'd slept in vain ; for at his head, The tempter watch'd, and soon with ugly
dreams Disturb’d his sleep; and either tropic now 'Gan thunder, and both ends of heaven the
thou Satst unappallid in calm and sinless peace.
Oh Wisdom, whose unfading power
Beside th’ Eternal stood,
The land, the sky, the flooil;
Yet didst not Thon disdain awhile
An infant form to wear ;
And lisp thy falter'd prayer.
But, in thy father's own abode,
With Israel's elders round, Conversing bigh with Israel's God,
Thy chiefest joy was found.
So may our youth adore Thy name !
And, Saviour, deign to bless
Oj early holiness!
Thus pass'd the night so foul, till morning
rais d To tempt the son of God with terrors dire.
CHRIST IN THE WILDERNESS.
DARKNESS now rose JESUS TEACHING THE PEOPLE. As day-light sunk, and brought in low'ring
BOWRING. night Her shadowy offspring, unsubstantial both, How sweetly flow'd the gospel's sound Privation mere of light, and absent day. From lips of gentleness and grace,
Decay then, tenements of dust!
Full of mercy, full of love,
Look upon us from above !
The parched crust of leprosy
Return'd unto its infancy;
The dumb amazed was to bear
His unchain's tongue to strike his ear: GRAHAME.
Thy powerful mercy did even chase
Oh let thy love our pattern be!
That, copying Thy mercy here, As when a sunbeam, through a summer Thy goodness may hereafter rear shower,
Our souls unto Thy glory, when
THE POOL OF BETHESDA.
AROUND Bethesda's healing wave,
Waiting to hear the rustling wing LITTLE CHILDREN BROUGHT Which spoke the angel nigh, who gave TO JESUS.
Its virtues to that holy spring.-
With earnest, fix'd solicitude,
Were seen th' afflicted multitude.
The bitter sigh of hope deferr'd;