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But regions

To me remains nor place nor time;
My country is in ev'ry clime;
I can be calon and free from care
On any shore since God is there.
While place we seek or place we shun,
The soul finds happiness in none;
But with a God to guide our way,
"Tis equal joy to go or stay.
Could I be cast where thou art not,
That were indeed a dreadfui lot;

none remote I call,
Secure of inding God in all.
My country, Lord, art thou alune;
Nor other can I claim or own;
The point where all my wishes meet;
My law, my love; life's only sweet!
I hold by nothing here below;
Appoint my journey, and I go ;
Though pierc'd by scorn, oppress'd by pridr,
I feel thee good-feel nought beside.
No frowns of men can hurtful prove
To souls on fire with heav'nly love ;
Though men and devils both condemn,
No gloomy days arise from them.
Ah then! to his embrace repair;
Aly soul, thou art no stranger there ;
There love divine shall be thy guarul,
And peace and safety thy reward.

By the anguish'd sigh that told
Treachery lurk’d within thy fold-
From thy seat above the sky
Hear our solemn litany !
By thine hour of dire despair,
By thine

agony

of

prayer,
By the cross, the nail, the thorn,
Piercing spear, and torturing scorn,----
By the gloon that veil'd the skies
O'er the dreadful sacrifice,
Listen to our bumible cry,
Hear our solemn litany!
By the deep expiring groan,
By the sad sepulchral stone,
By the vault whose dark abode
Held in vain the rising God,-
0, from earth to heav'n restored,
Mighty re-ascended Lord,
Listen, listen to the

cry Of our solemn litany!

LOVE TO GOD.

(MADAME GUION, TRANSLATED BY COW EXH.;

Oh thou, by long experience tried,
Near whom no grief can long abide;
My love! how full of sweet content
I pass luy years of banishment!
All scenes alike engaging prove,
To souls impress’d with sacred love!
Where'er they dwell they dwell in thee;
lo heav'n, in earth, or on the sea.

any

But regions

To me remains nor place nor time;
My country is in ev'ry clime;
I can be calm and free from care
On shore since God is there.
While place we seek or place wc shun,
The soul finds happiness in none;
But with a God to guide our way,
"Tis equal joy to go or stay.
Could I be cast where thou art not,
That were indeed a dreadfui lot;

none remote I call,
Secure of inding God in all.
My country, Lord, art thou alune;
Nor other can I claim or own;
The point where all my wishes meet ;
My law, my love; life's only sweet!
I hold by nothing here below;
Appoint my journey, and I go ;
Though pierc'd by scorn, oppress'd by pridr,
I feel thee good-feel nought beside.
No frowns of men can hurtful prove
'To souls on fire with heav’nly love ;
Though men and devils both condemn,
No gloomy days arise from them.
Ah then! to his embrace repair;
My soul, thou art no stranger there;
There love divine shall be thy guard,
And

peace and safety thy reward.

WHAT DOEST THOU HERE ?

(R. SKEEN.]

ON Horeb's brow the Tishbite stands,
Encompassed round with burning sands;
He felt the sullen earthquake's shock,
The heaving ground, the reeling rock,
Beheld the whirlwind's awful force
Rending the mountains in its course,
And fire that seen'd to fill the sky,
Shewing that Israel's God drew nigh-

Distinctly in tbe desert drear,
A still small voice now strikes his eni,

· Elijah, say, what dost thou here?'
• I have been jealous for the Lord,
Contemning Ahab's cruel sword;
And stood on Carmel's height unmov'd
Where I thy people's sin reprov'd;
For they thy altars have o’erthrown,
Thy prophets slain, and I alone
Assert the honour of thy name.'
With whom dwells now this holy, flame?

If the great Judge should now appear,
How few like him, with hearts sincerf,

Durst thus avow what they do here?
Am I then jealous for the Lord ?-
Or like Israël scorn his word ?
Like them are idols

my

desire ? Quench I like them the Spirit's fire : Alas! when with thy saints I pray, To realms remote my thoughts wul s:Tuy,

Intent on schemes of worldly pleasure,
Ambition's dreams, or carth-born treasure,-

Till rous'd, I start with sudden fear,
As conscience whispers in minc var,

• Can God approve,—what thou dost here?
O Lord !-- henceforward let it be
My whole desire to follow thee-
To glory in my Saviour's cross,
And all beside to count as dross.
Elijah-like each sin I'll slay-
Like him each high command obey-
Press forward on the narrow road,
Deriving strength and hope from God.

Then Death's dread voice I need not fear;
Jesus shall whisper in mine ear,
• My servant, thou hast well done here !!

MEDITATIONS IN THE NIGHT.

[MADAME GUION, TRANSLATED BY COW!'[ro] SEASON of my purest pleasure,

Sealer of observing eyes! When, in larger, freer measure,

I can commune with the skies;
While, beneath thy shale extended,

Weary man forgets his woes;
I, my daily trouble ended,

Find, in watching, my repcse.
Silence all around prevailing,

Nature hush'd in slumber sweet,
No rude noise mine ears assailing,
Now
my

God and I can ncet:

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