3 Beyond those crystal vaults,

And all their sparkling balls ;
They 're but the porches to thy courts,

And paintings on thy walls.
Vain world, farewell to you;

Heaven is my native air ;
I bid my friends a short adieu,

Impatient to be there.

1 By cool Siloam's shady rill

How sweet the lily grows!
How sweet the breath beneath the hill

Of Sharon's dewy rose!

2 Lo, such the child whose early feet

The paths of peace have trod; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,

Is upward drawn to God!

3 By cool Siloam's shady rill

The lily must decay;
The rose that blooms beneath the hill

Must shortly fade away.
4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour

Of man's maturer age Will shake the soul with sorrow's power,

And stormy passion's rage!

50 Thou, who giv'st us life and breath,

We seek thy grace alone,
In childhood, manhood, age, and death,

To keep us still thine own!

L. M.

609.

E. TAYLOR.

“Remember thy Creator"

Truly the light of morn is sweet,
And sweet it is to see the sun;
But, cheerful though the hours may fleet,
And years pass gayly one by one,
O blot not, reckless, from thy mind

The thought of darker days behind! 2 Rejoice, O child of mortal birth!

In all the pride of youth rejoice;
And let the beauteous things of earth
Allure thine eye, invite thy choice;
Yet know, for blessings freely given,

Thine is a large account with Heaver 3 And O remember, ere the day,

The evil day, of grief shall come,
When all the joy is passed away,
And naught is left but gathering gloom, -
Remember, ere thy pleasures pall,
Him first and last, who gave them all!

C. M. 610. SALISBURY COL.
" Remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth."
1 In the soft season of thy youth,

In nature's smiling bloom,
Ere age arrive, and trembling wait

Its summons to the tomb,

. Remember thy Creator, God;

For him thy powers employ;
Make him thy fear, thy love, thy hope,

Thy confidence, thy joy.
3 He shall defend and guide thy course

Through life's uncertain sea, Till thou art landed on the shore

Of blest eternity. 4 Then seek the Lord betimes, and choose

The path of heavenly truth; The earth affords no lovelier sight

Than a religious youth.

611.

C. M.

EPISCOPAL COL.

Early Piety.
1 O, in the morn of life, when youth

With vital ardor glows,
And shines in all the fairest charms

That beauty can disclose,
2 Deep in thy soul, before its powers

Are yet by vice enslaved,
Be thy Creator's glorious name

And character engraved ; -
3 Ere yet the shades of sorrow cloud

The sunshine of thy days,
And cares and toils, in endless round,

Encompass all thy ways; -
4 Ere yet thy heart the woes of age,

With vain regret, deplore, And sadly muse on former joys,

That now return no more.

5 True wisdom, early sought and gained,

In age will give thee rest;
O then improve the morn of life,

To make its evening blest.

L. M.

612.

L. E. LANDON.

Feed my Lambs :

1 While yet the youthful spirit bears

The image of its God within,
And uneffaced that beauty wears,
Which may too soon be stained by sin, -

2 Then is the time for faith and love

To take in charge their precious care, Teach the young heart to look above, Teach the young lips to speak in prayer.

3 The world will come with care and crime,

And tempt too oft that heart astray;
Still the seed sown in early time
Shall not be wholly cast away.

4 The infant prayer, the infant hymn,

Within the darkened soul will rise,
When age's weary eye is dim,
And the grave's shadow round us lies.

5 The infant hymn is heard again,

The infant prayer is breathed once more;
Reclasping thus the broken chain,
We turn to all we loved before.

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