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, We sing the Saviour of our race, 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, Are met once more before thy throne, And wilt thou bend a listening ear, Thou wilt! for thou dost love to hear The song which meekness pours. 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 it as he was used to do on such occasions. O let thy grace perform its part, Thus chasten'd, cleansed, entirely thine, The Sun of Holiness shall shine And thou wilt turn our wandering feet, Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM. WHEN marshal'd 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, The ocean yawn'd-and rudely blow'd The wind that toss'd my foundering bark. 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 moor'd-my peril's o'er, For ever, and for evermore, The Star!-The Star of Bethlehem! A HYMN. O LORD, my God, in mercy turn, I strove against thee, Lord, I know, O pleasures past, what are ye now |