Hear the lark and linnet singing,

Welcome to the new-born day! 4. Věrnǎl musick, softly sounding,

Echoes through the verdant grove.
Nature now with life ǎbôûn'ding,

Swells with harmony and love.
5. Now the kind refreshing showers,
Water all the plains ǎround':
Springing grass, and painted flowers,
In the smiling meads ǎbound'.
6. Now their vĕr'năl dress assuming,
Leafy robes ǎdôrn the trees:
Odours now the air perfü'ming,

Sweetly swell the gentle breeze.

7. Praise to thee, thou great Crea'tor!
Praise be thine from every tóngue:
Join, my soul, with every creature ;
Join the universal song.

8. For ten thousand blessings given;
For the richest gifts bestow'd;
Sound his praise through earth and heaven,
Sound Je-ho'vǎh's praise ǎloud!

SECTION V.

Heavenly wisdom

1 How happy is the man who hears
Instruction's wâr'ning voice;

And who celestial Wisdom makes
His early, only choice.

2. For she has treaş'ures greater far
Than east or west unfold;

And her reward is more secure
Than is the gain of gold

3. In her right hand she holds to view
A length of happy years;

And in her left, the prize of fame,
And honour bright appears.

4. She guides* the young, with innocence,
In pleag'ure's path to tread:

A crown of glory she bestows
Upon the hoary head.

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5. According as her labours rise,
So her rewards increase:
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her paths àre peace.

SECTION VI.

The Man of Ross.

1. RISE, hŎn'est muse, and sing the Man of Ross.-
Who hung with woods yon môûn'tain's sultry bro
From the dry rock who băde the waters flow?
Not to the skies in useless columns tost,
Or in proud falls magnificently lost;

But clear and artless, pouring through the plain,
Health to the sick, and solace to the swain.
2. Whose câuşe'way parts the vale with shady rows
Whose seats the wea'ry traveller repose?

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;
Be mine, that silent calm repǎst,
A peaceful conscience to the lăst:
That tree which bears immortal fruit,
Without a canker at the root:

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.
Character of Christ.

1. BEHOLD, where, in a mortal form,
Appears each grace divine;

The virtues, all in Jésus met,

With mildest radiance shine.

2. The noblest love of human kind
Inspir'd his holy breast;

In deeds of mercy, words of peace,
His kindness was exprest.

3. To spread the rays of heav'nly light,
To give the mourner joy,

*kyind.