There is a bright Fountain, through that Desert

stealing

To pure lips alone its refreshment revealing—

What may that Fountain be?

"Tis Truth, holy Truth, that, like springs under ground,

By the gifted of Heaven alone can be found.*

There is a fair Spirit, whose wand hath the spell
To point where those waters in secrecy dwell
Who may that Spirit be?

'Tis Faith, humble Faith, who hath learn'd that, where'er

Her wand bends to worship, the Truth must be there!

SINCE FIRST THY WORD.

(AIR. -NICHOLAS FREEMAN.)

SINCE first Thy Word awaked my heart,
Like new life dawning o'er me,
Where'er I turn mine eyes, Thou art,
All light and love before me.
Nought else I feel, or hear or see

All bonds of earth I sever—

* In singing, the following line had better be adopted, — "Can but by the gifted of Heaven be found."

Thee, O GOD, and only Thee
I live for, now and ever.

Like him whose fetters dropp'd away
When light shone o'er his prison,*
My spirit, touch'd by Mercy's ray,
Hath from her chains arisen.
And shall a soul Thou bidst be free,

Return to bondage? — never!
Thee, O GOD, and only Thee
I live for, now and ever.

HARK! 'tis the breeze of twilight calling
Earth's weary children to repose;
While, round the couch of Nature falling,
Gently the night's soft curtains close.
Soon o'er a world, in sleep reclining,
Numberless stars, through yonder dark,
Shall look, like eyes of Cherubs shining
From out the veils that hid the Ark.

Guard us, oh Thou, who never sleepest,
Thou who, in silence throned above,

แ And, behold, the angel of the LORD came upon him, and a

light shined in the prison.

his hands." -Acts xii. 7.

And his chains fell off from

Throughout all time, unwearied, keepest
Thy watch of Glory, Pow'r, and Love.
Grant that, beneath thine eye, securely,

Our souls, awhile from life withdrawn,
May, in their darkness, stilly, purely,

Like "sealed fountains," rest till dawn.

WHERE IS YOUR DWELLING, YE SAINTED?

(AIR. — HASSE.)

WHERE is your dwelling, ye Sainted?

Through what Elysium more bright

Than fancy or hope ever painted,
Walk ye in glory and light?
Who the same kingdom inherits?
Breathes there a soul that may dare
Look to that world of Spirits,

Or hope to dwell with you there?

Sages! who, ev'n in exploring

Nature through all her bright ways,
Went, like the Seraphs, adoring,
And veil'd your eyes in the blaze
Martyrs! who left for our reaping

Truths you had sown in your blood –
Sinners! whom long years of weeping

Chasten'd from evil to good

Maidens who, like the young Crescent,
Turning away your pale brows
From earth, and the light of the Present,
Look'd to your Heavenly Spouse-
Say, through what region enchanted
Walk ye, in Heaven's sweet air?
Say, to what spirits 'tis granted,

Bright souls, to dwell with you there?

HOW LIGHTLY MOUNTS THE MUSE'S WING.

(AIR. ANONYMOUS.)

How lightly mounts the Muse's wing,

Whose theme is in the skies

Like morning larks, that sweeter sing
The nearer Heav'n they rise.

Though Love his magic lyre may tune,

Yet ah, the flow'rs he round it wreathes Were pluck'd beneath pale Passion's moon, Whose madness in their odour breathes.

How purer far the sacred lute,

Round which Devotion ties

Sweet flow'rs that turn to heav'nly fruit,
And palm that never dies.

Though War's high-sounding harp may be

Most welcome to the hero's ears,
Alas, his chords of victory

Are wet, all o'er, with human tears.

How far more sweet their numbers run,
Who hymn, like Saints above,
No victor, but th' Eternal One,
No trophies but of Love!

GO FORTH TO THE MOUNT.

(AIR.- STEVENSON.)

Go forth to the Mount - bring the olive-branch home,*

And rejoice, for the day of our Freedom is come! From that time,† when the moon upon Ajalon's vale, Looking motionless down, saw the kings of the

earth,

In the presence of GOD's mighty Champion, grow

pale

Oh, never had Judah an hour of such mirth!

"And that they should publish and proclaim in all their cities, and in Jerusalem, saying, Go forth unto the mount and fetch olive-branches," etc. etc.- - Neh. viii. 15.

"For since the days of Joshua the son of Nun unto that day had not the children of Israel done so: and there was very great gladness." Ib. 17.

"Sun, stand thou still upon Gibeon; and thou, Moon, in the valley of Ajalon." -Josh. x. 12.