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Then weep not o'er thy children's tomb,

O Rachael weep not so!
The bud is cropt by martyrdom,

The flower in heaven shall blow.

A MORNING HYMN ON EASTER DAY.

Bp. Horne.

HARK! the shrill herald of the morn
Begins the sons of men to warn,

And bids them all arise,
To celebrate His great renown,
Who sends the light refulgent down,

To bless our longing eyes.
At this the fainting shadows die,
The pow'rs of darkness swiftly fly

Before the morning star;
Pale trembling murder dares not stay;
And fiends, abash'd at sight of day,

Back to their den repair.

'Tis this the weary sailor cheers,
Who now no more the tempest hears,

Which morning bids to cease:
O! come that day-spring from on high
When discord shall with darkness fly,

And all be light and peace.

'Twas this that drew repentant tears
From Peter, led by worldly fears

His Master to disown;
Warned by the monitor of the day,
He cast the works of night away,

And sought th' abjured Sun. Whene'er the bird of dawning crows, He tells us all how Peter rose,

And mark'd us out the road;
That each disciple might begin,
And wake, like him, from sleep and sin

To think betimes on God.
Smote by the eye that looks on all,
Let us, obedient to the call,

Arise to weep and pray;
Till mournful, as on sin we muse,
Faith, like an angel, tells the news,

“ The LORD is ris'n to day."

PRAYER.-J. Bowdler, Jun.

Father of Good, to whom belong
My morning vow, my evening song:
Again, with trembling joy, to Thee,
A wayward child, I bendi my knee.
Myriads of angels guard Thy throne,
And I am little, I am one;
Yet all Thy works Thine eyes survey ::
Then hear and help me while I prayi

Thy gifts my days with gladness crown;
Sin, only sin, hath bowed me down.
LORD, touch my heart, and make me know
My Saviour's worth, my Saviour's woe!
Then shall my angry will be tame;
Then shall I learn and weep my shame ;
The weight of wrath in judgment due
Shall feel, and feel Thy mercy too.
Yet not for pard’ning grace alone
I breathe a suppliant sinner's groan:
Pardon and love are both divine;
Then give me both, and make me Thine,

Thy pard’ning grace my fears shall quell;
But love shall pride and sin expel ;
While faith, in every danger nigh,
Gives strength, and peace, and liberty.
So, as I walk my earthly way,
Thy mercy, LORD, my steps shall stay;
Brighten with hope my saddest hours,
And strew the pilgrim path with flowers.
And so, while life and breath are mine,
Shall ev'ry power in concert join
To praise the God, to whom belong
My morning vow, and evening song..

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THE SYMPATHY OF CHRIST.

When gathering clouds around I view,
And days are dark, and friends are few,
On Him I lean, who, not in vain,
Experienced every human pain;
He feels my grief, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.
If ought should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the sin I would not do,
Still He who felt temptation's power
Will guard me in that dangerous hour.
If wounded love

my

bosom swell,
Deceived by those I prized too well,
He shall His pitying aid bestow,
Who felt on earth severer woe;
At once betrayed, denied, or fled
By those who shared His daily bread.
When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend
Which covers all that was a friend,
And from his voice, his hand, his smile,
Divides me for a little while,
Thou, SAVIOUR, mark'st the tears I shed,
For Thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead..

When vexing thoughts within me rise,
And sore dismayed my spirit dies;
When writhing on the bed of pain
I supplicate for rest in vain;
Still, still, my soul shall think of Thee,
Thy bloody sweat and agony.
And oh! when I have safely past
Through every conflict but the last,
Wilt Thou who once for me hast bled,
In all my sickness make my bed?
Then point to realms of endless day, .
And wipe the latest tear away.

CREATION AND REDEMPTION,

Dr. Carlisle.

LORD, when we creation scan,
What Thy power has done for man,
All our conscious hearts agree,
How much men must owe to Thee.

Every note that cheers the vale,
Every sweet that scents the gale,
Every blooming flower we see,
Tells that Joy we owe to Thee.
Every breath that heaves the breast,
Every sound by voice exprest,
Every thought the mind sets free,
Tells that Life we owe to Thee.

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