GOD PRAISED IN HIS WORKS. JEHOVAH! How creation sounds "T is written on the morning flower; The herds and flocks on hill and plain, As well as birds the air that skim; The fish, that haunt the briny main, And through its oozy caverns swim; They all have voice and meaning high, PROTECTION FROM GOD. FATHER of all, by all adored, For whom archangels sweep the lyre! Oh, be our steps from sin restored, Oh, grant thy love, avert thine ire! Relume our hearts with heavenly light, To God all holiness belongs; His arm upholds us every hour; He is our God, and He our friend, THE ORPHAN. ["Leave thy fatherless children, I will preserve them alive; let thy widows trust in me." Jer. xlix. 11.] Он, that I had a home Oh, once it was not so, But o'er our cot the trees and How pleasant was the sight, But they are dead and gone, Have passed our pleasant lands, Our cot and its green trees, And whither shall I go? Oh, God! to Thee I cry ; To Thee I lift mine eye; FAR IN THE LONELY WOODS. FAR in the lonely woods, Where wild flowers scent the air, 'Tis sweet to hear at eve The missionary's prayer. The Indian households come, And oft unwonted tears Bedew their softened eye. How joyful is the sound! In their rude tents before, Far in the lonely woods, Where wild flowers scent the air, 'Tis sweet to hear at eve The missionary's prayer. EARTHLY OBJECTS UNSATISFYING. WHENE'ER the sun, with vernal ray, Shines o'er the snowy cliff and hill, Their wintry treasures melt away, And mingle with the rushing rill. They now are there; and now are gone; If then our pleasures here below, Although we think we hold them sure, Are like the dews and mountain snow, And will not, cannot long endure; Why should they trouble thus our mind? THE BEST FRIENDSHIP. Ir clouds arise and storms appear, Blest Saviour! Let it be my lot, To tread with Thee this round of being; Thy love and mercy alter not, When every sunbeam friend is fleeing. Oh, be it thine to guide my soul Along the wave of life's dark ocean ; And nought I'll fear, when billows roll, Nor dread the whirlwind's rude commotion. Thy love shall be my polar light, And whether weal or woe betide me, Through raging storm and shadowy night, Its blaze shall shine to cheer and guide me. |