6

Our hearts adore thy mercy, Lord!
And bless the friendly ray,
Which ushers in the smiling morn
Of everlasting day.

128. L. M.

1

HAPPY the meek, whose gentle breast, Clear as the summer's evening ray, Calm as the regions of the blest, Enjoys on earth celestial day.

2

His heart no broken friendships sting, No jars his peaceful tent invade; He rests beneath the Almighty wing, Hostile to none-of none afraid.

3

Spirit of Grace! all meek and mild,
Inspire our breasts, our souls possess ;
Repel each passion, rude and wild,
And bless us, as we aim to bless.

129. L. M.
L.M.

1

WHERE Babel's rivers winding stray, A silent, cool retreat we chose ; There lost in thoughtful sadness lay, And pondered o'er our mighty woes.

2

No more could music sooth our cares; Our harps, neglected and unstrung, Vanished their once delightful airs, All silent on the willows hung.

3

Far from our dear loved native soil,
Shall we resume the pleasing lay 2
Can rugged bondage wear a smile,
Or ever-wasting grief be gay?

4

If I forget thy ruined state,

Jerusalem, my heart's desire! Then let my useless hand forget Her skill to strike the sounding lyre.

5

If I indulge a mirthful song,

Or thy dear name my memory leave, All silent let my faithless tongue Fast to my mouth forever cleave.

6

Jerusalem, lamented name!
Shall still my mournful voice employ ;
And I the sadly pleasing theme
Prefer to every thought of joy.

130. L.M.

1

"I AM the light," the Saviour said,
As he the rising sun surveyed,
When, from the east, its golden ray
On Salem rose and poured the day.

2

Unceasing praises, God of heaven,
For this great light, to thee be given :
From thee the blest instructer came,
And western lands have heard his name.

3

The truth, in all its fulness known,
We bow to him who reigns alone;
By angels and by men adored,
Jehovah, self-existent Lord.

131. P. M.

1

WHILE, with ceaseless course, the sun
Hasted through the former year,
Many souls their race have run,
Never more to meet us here.
Finished their probation's day,
They have done with all below;

We a little longer stay,

But how little none can know.

2

As the winged arrow flies

Speedily the mark to find; As the lightning from the skies Darts, and leaves no trace behind; Swiftly thus our fleeting days

Bear us down life's rapid stream; Upwards, Lord! our spirits raise ; All below is like a dream.

3

Thanks for mercies past, receive;
Pardon of our sins renew;
Teach us henceforth how to live.
With eternity in view.

Bless thy word to young and old;
Fill our hearts with filial love;
And, when life's short tale is told,
May we dwell with thee above.

THINE eyes in me the sheep behold, Whose feet have wandered from the fold; That, guideless, helpless, strives in vain To find its safe retreat again ;

2

Now listens, if, perchance, its ear

The Shepherd's well known voice may hear; Now, as the tempests round it blow,

In plaintive accents vents its woe.

3

Great Ruler of this earthly ball!
Do thou my erring steps recall;
O seek thou him who thee has sought,
Nor turns from thy decrees his thought.