106 CHRIST'S NATIVITY. Then swift to every startled eye, New streams of glory light the sky; On wheels of light, on wings of flame, High heaven with songs of triumph rung, O Zion! lift thy raptured eye, See, Mercy, from her golden urn, He comes! to cheer the trembling heart O Zion! lift thy raptured eye, The Prince of Salem comes to reign. CAMPBELL The Jewish Captives' Lament. By Babylon's rivers we sat down and wept hung, For Zion was still in remembrance kept, And the thoughts of captivity silenced each tongue. They that carried us captive demanded a song, And ask'd us for mirth in the midst of our woes, But how can we smile when our fetters are strong, Or sing Zion's songs in the ears of our foes? Ah, no! for our hearts are with bitterness torn, When we think on the dearly loved land of our birth; And all that is left us to do is to mourn Happy days that for ever have vanish'd from earth. Jerusalem! never shalt thou be forgot Till our hearts cease to beat in the struggles of death, While living we 'll bless thee, whatever our lot, And will die with thy name on our last-sounding breath! WILLIAM GURNER. Co-Morrow. How sweet to the heart is the thought of To-morrow, When Hope's fairy pictures bright colours dis play: How sweet when we can from futurity borrow When wearisome sickness hath taught me to languish For health and the comforts it bears on its wing, Let me hope (O how soon it will lessen my anguish !) That To-morrow will ease and serenity bring. When trav'lling alone, quite forlorn, unbefriended, Sweet the hope, that To-morrow my wand'rings will cease: That at home, with all care sympathetic attended, I shall rest unmolested, and slumber in peace. Or, when from the friends of my heart long divided, The fond expectation with joy how replete ! That from far-distant regions, by Providence guided, To-morrow will see us most happily meet. When six days of labour each other succeeding, With hurry and toil have my spirits oppress'd, What pleasure to think, as the last is receding, To-morrow will be a sweet sabbath of rest. And when the vain shadows of time are retiring, When life is fast fleeting, and death is in sight The Christian believing, exulting, expiring, Beholds a To morrow of endless delight. J. BROWN. The Offering. WITH blood-but not his own--the awful sign The hope of mercy blending with contrition. The guilt, and for a broken law requite? 110 FAREWELL TO A DEPARTED FRIEND. With blood-but not his own-the Jew drew near The mercy-seat, and heaven received his prayer. Yet still his hope was dimm'd by doubt and fear: "If thou shouldst mark transgression, who might dare To stand before Thee!" Mercy loves to spare No more base fear and dark disquietude, He who was slain-the accepted Victim-lives, And intercedes before the Father's face. JOSIAH CONder. Farewell to a Departed Friend. THOU art gone to the grave-but we will not deplore thee; Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb, The Saviour has passed through its portals before thee, And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom. |