The weary bird hath left the air, Still, near the lake, with weary tread, Why seeks not he a home of rest? Why seeks not he the pillowed bed? Beasts have their dens, the bird its nest;He hath not where to lay his head. Such was the lot he freely chose, To bless, to save, the human race; And, through his poverty, there flows A rich, full stream of heavenly grace. THE REMONSTRANCE. CONDER. BUT art thou thus indeed alone, Who laid his Son within the grave, And make thy wounded bosom whole? Is not His voice in evening's gale? Unnotic'd by His watchful eye? Each flutt'ring hope, each anxious fear, COMING OF THE MESSIAH. CAMPBELL. WHEN Jordan hushed his waters still, And silence slept on Zion-hill; When Bethl'hem's shepherds through the night, Hark! from the midnight hills around, Wild murm'ring o'er the raptur'd soul. Then swift to every startled eye, On wheels of light, on wings of flame, High heav'n with songs of triumph rung While thus they struck their harps and sung:— 90 O Zion! lift thy raptur'd eye, See, Mercy from her golden urn He comes! to cheer the trembling heart, O Zion, lift thy raptur'd eye, Nor those alo An earlier, an He came to ea A long and Of Prophet-ba Proclaimed The light of h Its fire on e In tuneful cho A goodly fel And still their "Hosanna to t He came to ear A man of gri A noble ariny His track of All deck'd with That sufferin And stainless a Though steep And sweet thei "Hosanna to t From ages past To ages yet t Till, in their arms, a second pleasant babe, THUS happily they lived, With a faint smile, intelligent, began To answer theirs, and with a brighter that Of its fond sister, standing by their side, With frequent kisses prattling in its face; While in its features, with parental joy, And love connubial, they began to mark Theirs intermingled;-when, with sudden stroke, The blooming infant faded, and expired. And soon its lonely sister, doubly dear Now in their grief, was in like manner torn From their united grasp. With patience far Beyond her years, the little sufferer bore Her sharp distemper, while she could behold Both parents by her side; but, when from sleep, Transient and troubled, waking, wept aloud, As terrified, if either were not there. To hear their voices singing of the love Of ber Redeemer, in her favourite hymn, SACRED HARMONY. And paying for his mercy, oft she asked Teagerness, and seemed the while at ease. The came the final struggle, with the look Ofered child, and with its mournful cry, But with something of her wonted tone Wonfidence in danger, as for help She led on them, on both alternately, 93 Pots each the other had grown slow to yield; A few heart-rending moments, and her voice race returned. Twas evening; and the lamp, ey white luming, while they stood firm prop, when loaded down with rain |