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When mourning o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers all that was a friend ;
And from his voice, his hand, his smile,
Divides me for a little while;
Thou Saviour, mark'st the tears I shed,
For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead.
And O! when I have safely past
Through every conflict but the last;
Still, still unchanging, watch beside
My painful bed—for thou hast died;
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.

XLVII.

Saviour ! when in dust to thee,
Low we bow th’adoring knee,
When repentant to the skies
Scarce we lift our streaming eyes,-
0, by all thy pains and woe,
Súffer'd once for man below,
Bending from thy throne on high,
Hear our solemn litany.
By thy helpless infant years,
By thy life of wants and tears,
By thy days of sore distress
In the savage wilderness,-
By the dread, permitted luur
Of th' insulting tempter's pow'r,-

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By thine

Turn, O turn a pitying eye,
Hear our solemn litany!
By the sacred griefs that wept,
O'er the grave where Lazarus slept.-
By the boding tears that flow'd
Over Salem's lov'd abode,-
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,

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prayer,By the cross, the nail, the thorn, Piercing spear, and torturing scorn,By the gloom that veil'd the skies O’er the dreadful sacrifice, Listen to our humble 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!

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XLVIII.
Oh thou by long experience tried,
Near whom no grief can long abide;
My Lord, how full of sweet content
I

pass my years of banishment.

All scenes alike engaging prove
To souls impress'd with sacred love!
Where'er they dwell, they dwell in thee:
In heav'n, in earth, or on the sea.

To me remains nor place nor time,
My country is in every clime :
I can be calm 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 my God to guide my way,
'Tis equal joy to go or stay.

Could I be cast where thou art not,
That were indeed a dreadful lot;
But regions none remote I call,
Secure of finding God in all.

XLIX.

Long plung’d in sorrow, I resign
My soul to that dear hand of thine,

Without reserve or fear;
That hand shall wipe my streaming eyes,
Or into smiles of glad surprise,

Transform the falling tear!
My sole possession is thy love,
In earth beneath, or heav'n above,

I have no other store;
And though with fervent suit I pray,
And importune thee night and day,

I ask thee nothing more.
My hours, with undiminish'd force
And speed, pursue their destin'd course

Obedient to thy will ;
Nor would I murmur at my doom,
Tho' still a suff'rer from the womb,

And doom'd to suffer still.
By thy command, where'er I stray
Sorrow attends me all my way,

A never-failing friend;
And if my suff'rings may augment
Thy praise, behold me well content

Let sorrow still attend !
It costs me no regret, that she
Who follow'd Christ, should follow me;

And though where'er she goes,

Thorns spring spontaneous at her feet,
I love her, and extract a sweet

From all my bitter woes.

HART.

L.

Oh! for a glance of heavenly day, To take this stubborn stone away: And thaw with beams of love divine This heart, this frozen heart of mine. The rocks can rend; the earth can quake The seas can roar, the mountains shake; Of feeling, all things shew some sign, But this unfeeling heart of mine. To hear the sorrows thou hast felt, Dear Lord, an adamant would melt; But I can read each moving line And nothing move this heart of mine. Thy judgments, too unmov'd I hear, (Amazing thought!) which devils fear, Goodness and wrath in vain combine, To stir this stupid heart of mine. But something yet can do the deed; And that dear something much I need : Thy spirit can from dross refine, And move and melt this heart of mine.

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