III.

Though born in this desert, and doom'd by my birth
To pain and affliction, to darkness and dearth,
On Thee let my spirit rely-

Like some rude dial, that, fixed on earth,
Still looks for its light from the sky!

WEEP, CHILDREN OF ISRAEL.

AIR.-Stevenson.

I.

WEEP, weep for him, the Man of GOD—*
In yonder vale he sunk to rest,

But none of earth can point the sod†
That flowers above his sacred breast.
Weep, children of Israel, weep !

"And the children of Israel wept for Moses in the plains of Moab."-Deut. xxxiv. 8.

"And he buried him in a valley in the land of Moab : but no man knoweth of his sepulchre unto this day.”—Ibid. ver. 6.

II.

His doctrines fell like Heav'n's rain,*

His words refresh'd like Heav'n's dew

Oh, ne'er shall Israel see again

A Chief, to GOD and her so true.

Weep, children of Israel, weep!

III.

Remember ye his parting gaze,

His farewell song by Jordan's tide,
When, full of glory and of days,

He saw the promised land—and died!†
Weep, children of Israel, weep!

IV.

Yet died he not as men who sink,
Before our eyes, to soulless clay;
But, changed to spirit, like a wink
Of summer lightning, pass'd away !S
Weep, children of Israel, weep!

"My doctrines shall drop as the rain, my speech shall distil as the dew."-Moses' Song.

"I have caused thee to see it with thine eyes, but thou shalt not go over thither."-Ver. 5.

"As he was going to embrace Eleazer and Joshua, and

LIKE MORNING, WHEN HER EARLY BREEZE.

AIR.-Beethoven.

I.

LIKE morning, when her early breeze
Breaks the surface of the seas,
up

That, in their furrows, dark with night,
Her hand may sow the seeds of light-

II.

Thy Grace can send its breathings o'er
The spirit, dark and lost before,
And, fresh'ning all its depths, prepare
For Truth divine to enter there!

was still discoursing with them, a cloud stood over him on the sudden, and he disappeared in a certain valley, although he wrote in the Holy Books that he died, which was done out of fear, lest they should venture to say that, because of his extraordinary virtue, he went to God."-Josephus, Book IV. chap. viii.

III.

Till David touch'd his sacred lyre,
In silence lay th' unbreathing wire-
But when he swept its chords along,
Ev'n Angels stoop'd to hear that song.

IV.

So sleeps the soul, till Thou, oh LORD,
Shalt deign to touch its lifeless chord-
Till, waked by Thee, its breath shall rise
In music, worthy of the skies!

COME, YE DISCONSOLATE.

AIR.-German.

I.

COME, ye disconsolate, where'er you languish,

Come, at the shrine of GOD, fervently kneel; Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish

Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

II.

Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying,

Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, in GOD's name saying— "Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure.'

III.

Go, ask the infidel, what boon he brings us,
What charm for aching hearts he can reveal,
Sweet as that heavenly promise Hope sings us—
"Earth has no sorrow that God cannot heal.”

AWAKE, ARISE, THY LIGHT IS COME.

AIR.-Stevenson.

I.

AWAKE, arise, thy light is come ;*

The nations, that before outshone thee,

Now at thy feet lie dark and dumb

The glory of the Lord is on thee!

Arise, shine; for thy light is come, and the glory of the

Lord is risen upon thee."-Isaiah, lx.