SACRED SONGS. TO THE REV. THOMAS PARKINSON, D. D. ARCHDEACON OF LEICESTER, CHANCELLOR OF CHESTER, AND RECTOR OF KEGWORTH, This Number of “Sacred Songs" is Inscribed, By his Obliged and Faithful Friend, Sloperton Cottage, Devizes, May 22, 1824. No. I. THOMAS MOORE. THOU ART, OH GOD! Air.- Unknown.* "The day is thine; the night also is thine: thou hast prepared the light and the sun. "Thou hast set all the borders of the earth; thou hast made summer and winter.”—Psalm lxxiv. 16, 17. I. THOU art, oh God! the life and light II. When Day, with farewell beam, delays * I have heard that this air is by the late Mrs. Sheridan. It is sung to the beautiful old words, "I do confess thour't smooth and fair." And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heavenThose hues, that make the sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord! are Thine. III. When Night, with wings of starry gloom, When youthful Spring around us breathes, And false the light on Glory's plume, As fading hues of Even; And Love, and Hope, and Beauty's bloom, Are blossoms gather'd for the tomb, There's nothing bright but heaven! Poor wanderers of a stormy day, FALLEN IS THY THRONE. AIR.-Martini. I. FALLEN is thy throne, oh Israel! Thy children weep in chains. II. Lord!. thou didst love Jerusalem- Thy long-loved olive-tree ;- III. Then sunk the star of Solyma Then pass'd her glory's day, And sunk those guilty towers, IV. "Go," said the Lord-"Ye conquerors! "I have left mine heritage; I have given the dearlybeloved of my soul into the hands of her enemies."―Jeremiah xii. 7. + "Do not disgrace the throne of thy glory."-Jer. xiv. 21. "The Lord called thy name a green olive-tree; fair and of goodly fruit," etc.-Jer. xi. 16, "For he shall be like the heath in the desert."-Jer. xvři. 6. And rase to earth her battlements,** Shall hide but half her dead!" WHO IS THE MAID?-ST. JEROME'S LOVE. I. WHO is the maid my spirit seeks, Through cold reproof and slander's blight? II. I chose not her, my soul's elect, From those who seek their Maker's shrine III. Not so the faded form I prize And love, because its bloom is gone; "Take away her battlements; for they are not the Lord's." -Jer. v. 10. "Therefore, behold, the days come, saith the Lord, that it shall no more be called Tophet, nor the Valley of the Son of Hinnom, but the Valley of Slaughter; for they shall bury in Tophet till there be no place."-Jer. vii. 32. "These lines were suggested by a passage in St. Jerome's reply to some calumnious remarks that had been circulated upon his intimacy with the matron Paula :-" "Numquid me vestes serica, nitentes gemmæ, picta facies, aut auri rapuit ambitio? Nulla fuit alia Romæ matronarum, quæ meam possit edomare mentem, nisi lugens atque jejunans, fletu pene cæcata."-Epist: "Si tibi putem." The glory in those sainted eyes THE BIRD, LET LOOSE. I. THE bird, let loose in eastern skies,* But high she shoots through air and light, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, II. So grant me, God! from every care OH! THOU WHO DRY'ST THE MOURNER'S TEAR. AIR.-Haydn. "He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds."-Psalm cxlvii. 3. I. OH! Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear, How dark this world would be, The carrier-pigeon, it is well known, flies at an elevated pitch, in order to surmount every obstacle between her and the place to which she is destined. |