Hopes, from him, our hearts expanding, Like a river, still increase: Hear him cry, with voice commanding, "Love as brethren, dwell in peace!" As we trust a Saviour's merit, Sins of ours, beyond recounting, Shall we anger's deep defilement Shall we, brethren, young or hoary, If offence, that folly gave us, What, our solemn obligation, If true grace our hearts renew, While we seek our own salvation, To forgive our brother too! DEATH OF A CHRISTIAN. THOU art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee, Tho' sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb, Thy Saviour has pass'd through its portal before thee, And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom. Thou art gone to the grave, we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side: But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may hope, since the Sinless has died. Thou art gone to the grave, and its mansion forsaking, Perhaps thy tried spirit in fear linger'd long : But the sunshine of heaven beam'd bright on thy waking, And the sound which thou heard'st was the seraphim's song. Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee, Whose God was thy ransom, thy guardian, and guide: He gave thee, and took thee, and he will restore thee, And death has no sting, for the Saviour hath died. BP. HEBER. MISSIONARY HYMN. FROM Greenland's Icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand: From many an ancient river, Their land from error's chain. What though the spicy breezes In vain, with lavish kindness, Shall we whose souls are lighted Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, It spreads from pole to pole: BP. HEBER. THE PILGRIM'S SONG. SONS of sorrow and care, All pilgrims we are, Pressing onward, and bound to the Canaan afar; The sunshine and rain, Both trouble and pain, We must cheerfully bear, the crown to obtain. Come, let us rejoice, With our heart and our voice, Our master is God! and his service our choice; His image we bear, His Spirit we share, And with gladness like ours no joy can compare. In our paths to and fro, To his cloud, and his pillar, our safety we owe; Which exceeds all beside, Is the gift of his Son, who on Calvary died! When from earth we remove, The fruit of his love! We shall dwell evermore in the mansions above! This inheritance pure, This portion is sure, Which, when suns pass away, with himself shall endure. With Immanuel our friend, We shall soon with the angels eternity spend ! In those regions of praise, New songs we shall raise, To the Lamb that was slain, and the Ancient of Days! HYMN TO NIGHT. BEAUTEOUS Night-all hail! For high devotion, and the deep Beauteous Night-all hail! And nature stretching far and wide, Beauteous Night-all hail! Amid thy dews can quench and steep Beauteous Night-all hail! Fans giddy laughter from the brow, Beauteous Night-all hail! The sacred coffers of the soul, |