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Hear the lark and lipnet singing,
Welcome to the new-born day ! 4. Věr'năl musick, softly sounding,
Echoes through the věrdant grove.
Swells with barmony and love. 5. Now the kind refreshing showers,
Water all the plains around':
In the smiling meads åbound'. 6. Now their věr'năl dress assuming,
Leafy robes ådôrn the trees:
Sweetly swell the gentle breeze. 7. Praise to thee, thou great Crca'tor!
Praise be thine from every tongue:
Join the univěrsal song.
For the richest gifts bestow'd;
Heavenly wisdom 1 How happy is the man who hears
Instruction's wär'ning voice;
His early, only choice.
Than east or west unfold;
Than is the gain of gold
A length of happy years;
And hõn'our bright appears.
In pleaş'ure's path to tread : A crown of glory she bestows Upon the hoary head.
6. According as her labours rise,
So her rewards increase :
And all her paths àre peace.
The Man of Ross.
Who hung with woods yon môûn’tain's sultry brow!
Health to the sick, and solace to the swain.
Whose seats the wea'ry traveller repose ?
66 The Man of Ross,” each lisping babe replies. 3. Behold the market-place with poor o'erspread !
The Man of Ross divīdes the weekly bread.
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 gives.
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:
And night shall brighten into day. 4. With this companion in the shade,
My soul no more shall be dişmayd ;
And the pale monarch of the tornb. 5. Though tempests drive me from the shore,
And floods descend, and billows roar;
My little bark shall brave the storm. 6. Amid the various scene of ills,
Each stroke some kind* design fulfils;
When sóv’reigo Love dirěcts' the rod ? 7. Peace, rebel thoughts, I'll not complain;
My Father's smiles suspend my pain :
And pour the balm that heals the smart. 8. Though Heaven afflict, I'll not repine ;
Each heart-felt com'fórt still is mine :
And journey with me through the vale. 9. Blest Say'iour! cheer that darksome way,
And lead me to the realms of day;
Character of Christ. 1. BEHOLD, where, in a mortal form,
Appears each grace divine;
With mildest radiance shine. 2. The noblest love of human kind
Inspir'd his holy breast;
His kindness was exprest.
To give the mourner joy,
To preach glad tidings to the poor,
Was his divine employ.
A friend and sěrvant found;
And heal'd each bleeding wôûnd. 5. Midst keen reproach, and cruel scorn,
Patient and meek he stood :
He labour'd for their good. 6. In the last hour of deep distress,
Before his Father's throne..
“ Thy will, not mine, be done !" 7. Be Christ my pattern, and my guide !*
His image may I bear!
I tread his sācred steps,
Gratitude to the Supreme Being. 1. How chéēr'fûl along the gay mead,
The daisy and cowslip appear!
Rejoice in the spring of the year.
The hěr'bagef that springs from the sod, Trees, plănts, cooling fruits, and sweet flowers,
All rise to the praise of my God. 3. Shall
man, the great master of all,
The only insensible prove ?
Forbid it, devotion and love !
And still can dēstrôy with a nod,