Then, as under the ocean their course they steer right on, [Triton. They can pepper their foes from the bed of old Derry down If this project should fail, he has others in store; Wooden horses, for instance, may bring them safe o'er; Or the genius of France (as the Moniteur tells) Derry down. When Philip of Spain fitted out his Armada, Britain saw his designs, and could meet her invader; But how to greet Boney she never will know, If he comes in the style of a fish or a crow. Derry down. Now if our rude tars will so crowd up the seas, That his boats have not room to go down when they please, Can't he wait till the channel is quite frozen over, How welcome he'll be it were needless to say; HYMN. In Heaven we shall be purified, so as to be able to endure the splendours of the Deity. AWAKE, Sweet harp of Judah, wake! The Lamb, our shield, and hiding-place. When God's right arm is bared for war, "Tis he, the Lamb, to him we fly, Thus while we dwell in this low scene, While yet we sojourn here below, Yet, courage-days and years will glide, Then pure, immortal, sinless, freed, A HYMN FOR FAMILY WORSHIP. O LORD, another day is flown, And we, a lonely band, Are met once more before thy throne, And wilt thou bend a listening ear, Thou wilt for thou dost love to hear And, Jesus, thou thy smiles wilt deign, For thou didst bless the infant train, And we are less than they. The last stanza of this hymn was added extemporaneously, by the Author, one summer evening, when he was with a few friends on the Trent, and singing as he was used to do on such occasions. O let thy grace perform its part, And shed abroad in every heart Thus chastened, cleansed, entirely thine, And thou wilt turn our wandering feet, Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM. WHEN marshalled on the nightly plain, One star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks, But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the Star of Bethlehem. Once on the raging seas I rode, The storm was loud, the night was dark, Deep horror then my vitals froze, Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem; When suddenly a star arose, It was the Star of Bethlehem. It was my guide, my light, my all, Now safely moored-my peril's o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever, and for evermore, The Star! The Star of Bethlehem! A HYMN. O LORD, my God, in mercy turn, In mercy hear a sinner mourn! To thee I call, to thee I cry, O leave me, leave me not to die! I strove against thee, Lord, I know, I spurned thy grace, I mocked thy law; And I am left alone to die. |