Like doves, long absent, when allow'd
Homeward to shoot their trembling pinions.
VI.

Surely the isles shall wait for me,

The ships of Tarshish round will hover,

To bring thy sons across the sea,

And waft their gold and silver over.

VII.

And Lebanon, thy pomp shall

grace-t

The fir, the pine, the palm victorious

Shall beautify our Holy Place,

And make the ground I tread on glorious.

VIII.

No more shall discord haunt thy ways,
Nor ruin waste thy cheerless nation;
But thou shalt call thy portals, Praise,
And thou shalt name thy walls, Salvation.
IX.

The sun no more shall make thee bright, §
Nor moon shall lend her lustre to thee;
But God Himself shall be thy Light,
And flash eternal glory through thee.

X.

Thy sun shall never more go down;
from heav'n itself descended,

A ray,

Shall light thy everlasting crown

Thy days of mourning all are ended.||

*"Surely the isles shall wait for me, and the ships of Tarshish first, to bring thy sons from far, their silver and their gold with them."-Isaiah 1x.

"The glory of Lebanon shall come unto thee; the fir-tree, the pine-tree, and the box together, to beautify the place of my sanctuary, and I will make the place of my feet glorious."-Ib.

"Violence shall no more be heard in thy land, wasting nor destruction within thy borders; but thou shalt call thy walls, Salvation, and thy gates, Praise."-Ib.

"Thy sun shall be no more thy light by day; neither for brightness shall the moon give light unto thee; but the Lord shall be unto thee an everlasting light, and thy God thy glory."

-Ib.

"Thy sun shall no more go down; for the Lord shall be thine everlasting light, and the days of thy mourning shall be ended."-Ib.

XI.

My own, elect, and righteous Land!

The Branch, for evergreen and vernal,
Which I have planted with this hand-
Live thou shalt in Life Eternal.*

THERE IS A BLEAK DESERT.

AIR.-Crescentini.

I.

THERE is a bleak Desert, where daylight grows weary
Of wasting its smile on a region so dreary—

What may that Desert be?

'Tis life, cheerless Life, where the few joys that come Are lost, like that daylight, for 'tis not their home.

II.

There is a lone Pilgrim, before whose faint eyes
The water he pants for but sparkles and flies-
Who may that Pilgrim be?

'Tis man, hapless Man, through this life tempted on
By fair shining hopes, that in shining are gone.

III.

There is a bright Fountain, through that Desert stealing,
To pure lips alone its refreshment revealing-

What may that Fountain be? 1

'Tis Truth, holy Truth, that, like springs under ground, By the gifted of Heaven alone can be found.†

IV.

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

'Tis Faith, humble Faith, who hath learn'd that, where'er Her wand stoops to worship, the Truth must be there.

* "Thy people also shall be all righteous; they shall inherit the land for ever, the branch of my planting, the work of my hands."-Isaiah lx.

+ In singing, the following line had better be adopted"Can but by the gifted of heaven be found."

SINCE FIRST THY WORD.

AIR. Nicholas Freeman.

I.

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-
Thee, oh God, and only Thee
I live for, now and ever,

II.

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 bid'st be free

Return to bondage?- never!
Thee, oh God, and only Thee
I live for, now and ever.

HARK! "TIS THE BREEZE.

AIR.-Rousseau.

1.

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!

II.

Guard us, oh Thou, who never sleepest,

Thou who, in silence throned above,

* "And, behold, the angel of the Lord came upon him, and a light shined in the prison, and his chains fell off from his hands."-Acts xii. 7.

Throughout all time, unwearied, keepest
Thy watch of Glory, Power, 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.

I.

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.

II.

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-

III.

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?
Or, oh, to whom is it granted,

Bright souls, to dwell with you there?

HOW LIGHTLY MOUNTS THE MUSE'S WING.

AIR.-Anonymous.

I.

How lightly mounts the Muse's wing,
Whose theme is in the skies-
Like morning larks, that sweeter sing
The nearer heaven they rise!
II.

Though Love his wreated lyre may tune,
Yet ah! the flowers he round it wreathes
Were pluck'd beneath pale Passion's moon,
Whose madness from their odour breathes.
How purer far the sacred lute,

Round which Devotion ties

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

III.

Though War's high-sounding harp may be

Most welcome to the hero's ears,

Alas, his chords of victory

Are bathed, all o'er, with tears.

How far more sweet their numbers run,

Who hymn, like saints above,

No victor, but the Eternal One,
No trophies but of Love!

GO FORTH TO THE MOUNT.

AIR.-Stevenson.

I.

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, "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.