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Pange through the stream, to rise above.
LOOKING UPWARDS IN A STORM.
THE SACRED LYRE
Hark! bark! to God the chorus break
From every host, from every gem;
It is the Star of Bethlehem.
The storm was loud, --the night was des
The wiod that toss'd my foundering thos
Death-struck, I ceas'd the tide to steer
It was the star of Bethlehem.
It bade my dark forebodings cease;
It led me to the port of peace.
I'll sing, first in night's diadem,
The Star!-- The Star of Bethlehem
We to a Land of Promise go,
Lord! by thine own appointed way;
From serpent plague, and hostile rage ;
With living streams our thirst assuage;
But not from Sinai's top alone;
Thy pow'r, and all thy goodness shown;
And as the eagle, o'er her brood,
Covers, defends, provides them food,
And stand at length on Jordan's brink,
Oh! let not then the spirit shrink;
Thus far on Life's perplexing path,
Thus far the Lord our steps bath led,
Unbarm'd though fioods hung o'er our head;
As all our fathers in heir day,
THE LAST DAY.
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
Sweeping, like chaff, thy wealth and pomp away :
Shalt thou thy wonted dissolute course maintain.
And marriage feasts begin their jocund strain.
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 :
Oh! who shall then survive?
When for the round earth hung in air,
With all its constellations fair,
THE LAST DAY.
That secret coming of the Son of Man;
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.
a dall return to tell Egypt the story tuse she sent forth in the hour of her pride? be Lerd hath look'd out from bis pillar of
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,