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Pange through the stream, to rise above.


God of my life, to thee I call,
Alicted at thy feet I fall;

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Hark! bark! to God the chorus break

From every host, from every gem;
But one alone the Saviour speaks,

It is the Star of Bethlehem.
Once on the raging seas I rode,

The storm was loud, --the night was des
The ocean yawa'd,and rudely blow't

The wiod that toss'd my foundering thos
Deep borror then my vitals froze,

Death-struck, I ceas'd the tide to steer
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 through the storm, and danger's thril

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

We to a Land of Promise go,

Lord! by thine own appointed way;
Still guide, illumine, cheer our flight,
In cloud by day, in fire by night.
Protect us through this wilderness

From serpent plague, and hostile rage ;
With bread from heaven our table bless,

With living streams our thirst assuage;
Nor let our rebel hearts repine,
Or follow any voice but Thine.
Thy righteous laws to us proclaim,

But not from Sinai's top alone;
Hid in the rock-clift, be thy name,

Thy pow'r, and all thy goodness shown;
And may we never bow the knee
To any other gods but Thee.
Thy presence with us, move or rest;

And as the eagle, o'er her brood,
Flutters her pinions, stirs the nest;

Covers, defends, provides them food,
Bears on her wings, instructs to Ay;
-Thus, thus prepare us for the sky.
When we bave number'd all our years,

And stand at length on Jordan's brink,
Though the flesh fail with human fears,

Oh! let not then the spirit shrink;
But strong in faith, and hope, and love,
Pluuge through the stream,—to rise above.



Thus far on Life's perplexing path,

Thus far the Lord our steps bath led,
Safe from the world's pursuing wrath,

Unbarm'd though fioods hung o'er our head;
Here then we pause, look back, adore,
Like ransom'd Israel from the shore.
Strangers and pilgrims here below,

As all our fathers in heir day,

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Even thus amid thy pride and luxury,
Oh Earth! shall that last coming burst on thee,

That secret coming of the Son of Man; th When all the cherub-throning clouds shall shine, with hIrradiate with his bright advancing eign; that gre When that great Husbandman shall wave his sus



When the great water-foods prevail

Leave not my trembling heart to fail!
Friend of the friendless and the faint!
Where should I lodge my deep comples
Where but with thee, whose open deur
Invites the helpless and the poor?
Did erer mourner plead with ther

And thou refuse that mourner's ple?
Does not that word still fix'd remain,
That none shall seek tby face in vain
That were a grief I could not bear,
Didst thou not hear and answer pra'ri
But a pray’r-bearing, answ'ring Griell i
Supports me under er'ry load.
Fair is the lot that's cast for me;
I have an advocate with thee;
They, whom the world caresses nast,
Have no such privilege to boast.
Poor though I am, despis'd, forgot,
Yet God, my God, forgets me not;
And he is safe, and must succeed,
For whom the Lord vouchsafes to

Sweeping, like chaff, thy wealth and pomp away :
Still to the noontide of that nightless day,

Shalt thou thy wonted dissolute course maintain.
Along the busy mart and crowded street,
The buyer and the seller still shall meet,

And marriage feasts begin their jocund strain.
Still to the pouring out the cup of woe;
Till earth, a drunkard, reeling to and fro,
And mountains molten by his burning feet,
And heav'n his presence own, all red with furnace

Almighty! trembling like a timid child,

I hear thy awful voice--alarm'd-afraid ! see the flashes of thy light'ning wild,

And in the very grave would hide my head. Lord! what is man? up to the sun he flies

Or feebly wanders through earth's vale of dust: There is he lost 'midst heav'n's high mysteries,

And here in error and in darkness lost :
Beneath the storm-clouds, on life's raging sea,
Like a poor sailor-by the tempest tost,

Oh! who shall then survive?
Oh! who shall stand and live?
When all that hath been is no more;

When for the round earth hung in air,

With all its constellations fair,
In the sky's azure canopy :
When for the breathing earth, and sparkling sea,
Is but a fiery deluge without shore,
Heaving along th' abyss profound and dark,
A fiery deluge and without an ark.
Lord of all power, when thou art there alone


Even thus amid thy pride and luxury,
On Earth! shall that last coming burst on the

That secret coming of the Son of Man;
When all the cherub-throning clouds shall skita
Irradiate with his bright advancing sign;

When that great Husbandman shall wareli

On thy eternal fiery-wheeled throne,

That in its high meridian noon

Need not the perish'd sun nor moon : When thou art there in thy presiding state,


beguil its spirit seem'd, and floated slow, Le in its very motion there was rest; Als the breath of mercy made to roll Wight onward to the golden gates of bear's. That to the eye of faith it peaceful lies, el tells to man his glorious destinies.


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stell her brave thousands are dash'd in the

al the load timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea! terad kas triomph'd—his people are free.


THE EVENING CLOUD. upp laş cradled near the setting sun,

gram of crimson ting'd its braided snow, shad I watch'd the glory moving on, Ver the still radiance of the lake below;

The ea'ry breath of eve that chanc'd to blow,

Faited the tray'ller to the beauteous west. iablem, methought, of the departed soul,

To those white robe the gleam of bliss is giv'n,


THE GRAVE Tunuz is a calm for those who weep:

They softly lie, and sweetly sleep,

Low in the ground. The story that wrecks the wintry sky, No more disturbs their deep repose,

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