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For, not in vain, by twilight here,
With many a doubt, and many a fear,
Our pilgrim path we tread;
A little learn, a little do,
Observe, discover, hope, pursue,—
And mingle with the dead.

Beyond the dark and stormy bound,
That guards our dull horizon round,
A lovelier vale extends;
MESSIAH rules in mercy there,
And o'er His altar, bright in air,
The morning star ascends.

Oh! holy seat of love and peace,
The sounds of war and conflict cease,
Within thy quiet reign;

And every flower of fairest hue,
That once in favored Eden grew,
Shall rise and bloom again.

For Thee, the early patriarch sighed,.
Thy distant glory faint descried,
And hailed the blest abode :
A stranger here, he sought a home,.
Fixed in a city yet to come,
The city of his GOD.

And oft by Siloa's haunted stream,
In heavenly trance, or holy dream,
To faithful Israel shewn,
Triumphant over all her foes,
The true, the living Salem rose,
JEHOVAH'S promised throne..

Yet, yet, a few short hours must run,
And, GoD's unchanging purpose done,
The immortal day shall dawn;
Even now on yonder mountains grey,
Methinks, I see a wandering ray

Proclaim the approaching morn.

Come, SAVIOUR, come, CREATOR Lord,
Substantial Light, Eternal Word,
Thy chosen seed redeem;
Awake, as in the elder time,
And marshall all thy hosts sublime,
And bid thy banner stream.

And oh! while yet we linger here,
With promised grace descend and cheer

Our doubtful path below;

That strong in faith, and warm with love,
With steady aim our feet may move,
Our grateful bosoms glow.

LITANY.

SAVIOUR, when in dust to Thee
Low we bend the adoring knee;
When, repentant, to the skies
Scarce we lift our weeping eyes :
Oh, by all thy pain and woe,
(Suffered once for man below,)
Bending from Thy throne on high,
Hear our solemn Litany!

By Thy helpless infant years,
By Thy life of want and tears,

By Thy days of sore distress
In the savage wilderness;
By the dread mysterious hour
Of the insulting tempter's power,
Turn, oh turn, a favouring eye,
Hear our solemn Litany!

By the sacred griefs that wept
O'er the grave where Lazarus slept ;
By the boding tears that flowed
Over Salem's loved abode ;

By the anguish'd sigh that told
Treachery lurk'd within thy fold;
From thy seat above the sky
Hear our solemn Litany!

By

By Thine hour of dire despair,
Thine agony of prayer,
By the cross, the nail, the thorn,
Piercing spear, and torturing scorn,
By the gloom that veil'd the skies
O'er the dreadful sacrifice;
Listen to our humble cry,
Hear our solemn Litany!

By Thy deep expiring groan,
By the sad sepulchral stone,
By the vault, whose dark abode
Held in vain the rising GOD;
Oh! from earth to heaven restor'd,
Mighty, re-ascended LORD,

Listen, listen to the

cry

Of our solemn Litany!

FROM RELIGIO CLERICI.-Mason.

FATHER, REDeemer, Comforter Divine!
This humble off'ring to Thy equal shrine
Here Thy unworthy servant grateful pays
Of undivided thanks, united praise,

For all those mercies, which at birth began,

And ceaseless flowed thro' life's long lengthen'd span;

Propt my

frail frame thro' all the varied scene, With health enough for many a day serene ; Enough of science clearly to discern

How few important truths the wisest learn;
Enough of arts ingenious to employ
The vacant hours, when graver studies cloy;
Enough of wealth to serve each honest end,
The poor to succour, or assist a friend;
Enough of faith in Scripture to descry,
That the sure hope of immortality,

Which only can the fear of death remove,

Flows from the fountain of REDEEMING LOVE.

MORNING HYMN OF ADAM AND EVE.

Milton.

THESE are Thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty; Thine this universal frame,

Thus wondrous fair; Thyself how wondrous then!

Unspeakable, who sit'st above these heavens,
To us invisible, or dimly seen

In these thy lowest works, yet these declare
Thy goodness beyond thought, and power Divine:
Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light,
Angels, for ye behold Him, and with songs
And choral symphonies, day without night,
Circle His throne rejoicing; ye in heaven,
On earth join all ye creatures to extol

Him first, Him last, Him midst, and without end.
Thou Sun, of this great world both eye and soul,
Acknowlege Him thy greater; sound his praise
In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st,
And when high noon hast gain'd, and when thou
fall'st..

Moon, that now meet'st the orient Sun, now fly'st
With the fixt Stars, fixt in their orb that flies,
And ye five other wandering Fires that move
In mystic dance not without song, resound
His praise, who out of darkness call'd up light.
His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow,
Breathe soft or loud and wave your tops, ye

Pines,

:

With every Plant, in sign of worship wave.
Fountains, and ye that warble as ye flow
Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise.
Join voices all ye living Souls, ye Birds,
That singing up to heaven's gate ascend,

Bear on your wings, and in your notes, His praise;

Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk

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