Whom shall we fear beside thee?-Men, but thinking
On thy unfathomed depths, despair and die;-
Earth sees her GOD, and trembles Ocean, sinking
Through his dark caverns, leaves his borders dry ;-
The Heaven of Heavens, before thine anger shrinking,
Rolls like a scroll away, and shuns thine eye.
Whom shall we love beside thee?-Seas may sever
Hearts whose fond ties are but the wreaths of earth,
Wreaths of fast fading flowers which bloom, but ever
Die with the hour that gives their fragrance birth.
Thy love, unchanging and unending, never,
Saviour-oh never can we speak its worth!
Didst thou not veil thy glory, and, descending,
Dwell for our sakes in grief-and stoop to be
Even with the humble, humblest-poor and wending
By the rough mountain paths, or troubled sea?
Now thou dost hear our lonely cry ascending-
Whom shall we trust, Redeemer,--whom but thee?
On-let the winds sweep on--our prayers before thee,
Fraught with our sighs and sorrows shall appear;-
On-let the waves heave onward-we adore thee,
We trust, love, serve thee-how then shall we fear? Even though thy tempests whelm us, we implore thee, This, only this--be Thou, our refuge, near.
SHE HATH PASSED FROM THE EARTH.
She hath passed from the earth, but we may not lament her, Nor mourn her return to a holier clime;
She but lingered below, until He who had sent her,
Recalled her to Eden in morning's sweet prime.
Could the beauty and freshness of youth have retained her,
We had not been called o'er her slumber to weep;
Yet mourn not, since death in his power hath but gained her,
A joyful awaking from earth's transient sleep.
Ere the sorrows of earth or its passions had moved her,
Ere darkened the light of her innocent brow;
She bade a farewell unto those who so loved her,
And whispered-my Father, I come to thee now.
The terrors of death had no power to alarm her;
She felt not his darkness, and feared not his sting,-
The thought of her Saviour's kind mercy did calm her,
And the spirit went upward on faith's ardent wing.
In her beauty she sleeps, but we will not regret her-
Our tears may not moisten the flowers on her tomb :
For the smiles of her Saviour in mercy have met her-
Oh death thou art vanquished-and past is thy gloom.
Thon calm be the spot where her form now reposeth;
May the friends who so loved her revisit the grave,
And feel-though the cold sod her ashes encloseth-
She lives in the presence of Him who can save!
THE SUNDAY SCHOOL.
Group after group are gathering-such as prest
Once to their Saviour's arms, and gently laid
Their cherub heads upon his shielding breast,
Though sterner souls the fond approach forbade;
Group after group glide on with noiseless tread,
And round Jehovah's sacred altar meet,
Where holy thoughts in infant hearts are bred,
And holy words their ruby lips repeat,
Oft with a chastened glance, in modulation sweet.
Yet some there are, upon whose childish brows
Wan poverty hath done the work of care:
Look up, ye sad ones! 'tis your Father's house
Beneath whose consecrated dome you are:
More gorgeous robes ye see, and trappings rare;
And watch the gaudier forms that gaily move;
And deem, perchance, mistaken as you are,
The "coat of many colors" proves his love,
Whose sign is in the heart, and whose reward above.
And ye, blest laborers in this humble sphere,
To deeds of saint-like charity inclin'd,
Who from your cells of meditation dear
Come forth to guide the weak, untutor❜d mind-
Yet ask no payment, save one smile refined
Of grateful love-one tear of contrite pain!
Meckly ye forfeit to your mission kind
The rest of earthly Sabbaths. Be your gain
A Sabbath without end, 'mid yon celestial plain!
When I look forth into the face of night,
And see those silent orbs that gem the sky-
The moon that holds her glorious path on high-
The countless host of stars of lesser light,
All moving on their destined course aright,
Through the broad ocean of infinity,
Steer'd by the hand of Him whose glories lie
Beyond the stretch of mortal sense or sight-
When I behold all Heaven divinely bright
With this array, and downward turn mine eyes,—
My soul expands into its native might,
And loathes the burden of that coil that lies
Like lead upon the soul, and clogs its flight
Unto its purer seat and kindred skies.
THOUGHTS OF WONDER. 8. 7.
1 Thoughts of wonder, oh! how migh-ty, How stu
Thoughts of won - der, oh! how migh-ty, How stu
pen-dous, how pro- found! All the
pen- dous, how pro - found!
sparkle yon-der, Roll in orbs of
1 Thousands through the hours of darkness,
Stud the concave of the sky;
Thousands, thousands, hid from science,
Shine, unseen by mortal eye;
Thoughts of wonder, &c.
3 Panse, my thoughts;-lo! num'rous beings
Move on every planet there;
All, for breath, and life, and guidance,
Subject to their Maker's care:
Thoughts of wonder, &c.
4 Every world has hills and valleys,
And his hand formed every flower;
Every golden-winged insect,
Sporting in the fragrant bower;
Thoughts of wonder, &c.
5 Every little joy and sorrow,
Every hope and every fear;
Follow his supreme direction
Fully as some mighty sphere;
Thoughts of wonder, &c.
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