Hear the lark and linnet singing, Welcome to the new-born day! 4. Věrnǎl musick, softly sounding, Echoes through the verdant grove. Swells with harmony and love. Sweetly swell the gentle breeze. 7. Praise to thee, thou great Crea'tor! 8. For ten thousand blessings given; SECTION V. Heavenly wisdom 1 How happy is the man who hears And who celestial Wisdom makes 2. For she has treaş'ures greater far And her reward is more secure 3. In her right hand she holds to view And in her left, the prize of fame, 4. She guides* the young, with innocence, A crown of glory she bestows M gyids. 5. According as her labours rise, SECTION VI. The Man of Ross. 1. RISE, hŎn'est muse, and sing the Man of Ross.- But clear and artless, pouring through the plain, Who taught that heaven-directed spire to rise! "The Man of Ross," each lisping babe replies. 3. Behold the market-place with poor o'erspread! The Man of Ross divides the weekly bread. He feeds yon almshouse, neat, but void of state, Where age and wânt sit smiling at the gate. Him portion'd maids, apprentic'd orphans blest; The young who labour, and the old who rest. 4. Is any sick? The Man of Ross relieves, Prescribes, attends, the med'cine makes and give Is there a variance? Enter but his door, Bâlk'd àre the courts, and contest is no more. Thrice happy man! enabled to pursue What numbers wish, but wânt the power to do. SECTION VII. Résignation. 1. WHILE Some in folly's pleaş'ures roll, And seek the joys that hurt the soul; 3. Come then, my soul, be this thy guest, And leave to folly's sons the rest: With this thou ever mayst be gay, And night shall brighten into day. 4. With this companion in the shade, My soul no more shall be dişmay'd; But fearless meet the midnight gloom, And the pale monarch of the tomb. 5. Though tempests drive me from the shore, And floods descend, and billows roar; Though death appear in every form, My little bark shall brave the storm. 6. Amid the various scene of ills, Each stroke some kind* design fulfils; And shall I murmur at my God, When sóv'reign Love directs' the rod? 7. Peace, rebel thoughts, I'll not complain; My Father's smiles suspend my pain: Smiles, that a thousand joys impart, And pour the balm that heals the smart. 8. Though Heaven afflict, I'll not repine; Each heart-felt cóm'fórt still is mine: Cóm'fórts that shall o'er death prevail, And journey with me through the vale. 9. Blest Saviour! cheer that darksome way, And lead me to the realms of day; To milder skies, and brighter plains, Where ĕvérlǎs'ting sunshine reigns. SECTION VIII. 1. BEHOLD, where, in a mortal form, The virtues, all in Jésus met, With mildest radiance shine. 2. The noblest love of human kind In deeds of mercy, words of peace, 3. To spread the rays of heav'nly light, *kyind. |