3 But, though earth's fairest blossoms die,
And all beneath the skies is vain,
There is a land, whose confines lie
Beyond the reach of care and pain.

4 Then let the hope of joys to come

Dispel our cares, and chase our fears;
If God be ours, we're travelling home,
Though passing through a vale of tears.

CH. PSALMODY.

84

"When shall we meet again?"

[6s & 5s.]

TUNE-See the "Choir," p. 329.

1 WHEN shall we meet again?

Meet ne'er to sever?

When will peace wreathe her chain
Round us for ever?

Our hearts will ne'er repose,
Safe from each blast that blows,
In this dark vale of woes

Neverno, never!

2 When shall love freely flow,
Pure as life's river!

When shall sweet friendship glow,
Changeless for ever?

Where joys celestial thrill,

Where bliss each heart shall fill,
And fears of parting chill

Never

no, never!

3 Up to that world of light

Take us, dear Saviour;

May we all there unite,
Happy for ever:

Where kindred spirits dwell,
There may our music swell,
And time our joys dispel
Neverno, never!

4 Soon shall we meet again,
Meet ne'er to sever;

Soon will peace wreathe her chain
Round us for ever;

Our hearts will then repose
Secure from worldly woes,
Our songs of praise shall close-

Never

-no, never!

85

The Light House.

[11s & 10s.] AIR-See Kingsley's S. Choir, vol. 2, p. 126

1 THE scene was more beautiful far to my eye, Than if day in its pride had arrayed it;

The land breeze blew mild, and the azure arched sky

Looked pure as the Spirit that made it;

The murmur rose soft, as I silently gazed
In the shadowy waves' playful motion,

From the dim distant hill, till the light-house fire blazed,

Like a star in the midst of the ocean.

2 No longer the joy of the sailor-boy's breast
Was heard in his wildly-breathed numbers;
The sea-bird had flown to her wave-girdled nest;
The fisherman had sunk to his slumbers.

One moment I looked from the hill's gentle slope-
All hushed was the billows' commotion

And thought that the light-house looked lovely a

hope,

That star of life's tremulous ocean.

3 The time is long passed, and the scene is afar,
Yet, when my head rests on its pillow,
Will memory sometimes rekindle the star
That blazed on the breast of the billow.
In life's closing hour, when the trembling soul flies,
And death stills the heart's last emotion -
O! then may the seraph of mercy arise,

Like a star on eternity's ocean!

T. MOORE.

86

Petition for Divine Favors.

[L. P. M.]

TUNE-"Brighton."

1 As every day thy mercy spares,
Will bring its trials, or its cares,
O Father, till my life shall end,
Be thou my counsellor and friend;
Teach me thy statutes all divine,
And let thy will be always mine.

2 When each day's scenes and labors close,
And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pardoning mercy richly blest,
Guard me, my Father, while I rest:
And as each morning sun shall rise,
O lead me onward to the skies!

3 And at my life's last setting sun,
My conflicts o'er, my labors done -
Father, thine heavenly radiance shed
To cheer and bless my dying bed;
And from death's gloom my spirit raise,
"To see thy face and sing thy praise."

CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.

87

[S. M.]

Prayer on entering School.

TUNE-" Boylston."

1 LORD, lead my heart to learn; Prepare my ears to hear;

"Watchman."

And let me useful knowledge seek,
In thy most holy fear.

2 If unforgiven sin

Within my bosom lies,
Or evil motives linger there
Toffend thy perfect eyes,

3 Remove them far away·

Inspire me with thy love,
That I may please thee here below,
And dwell with thee above.

MRS. L. H. SIGOURNEY.

88

[78 & 48.]

Evening Aspiration.

TUNE-See the " Choir," p. 320.

GOD, that madest earth and heaven,
Darkness and light!

Who the day for toil hast given,
For rest the night!

May thine angel guards defend us,
Slumber sweet thy mercy send us,
Holy dreams and hopes attend us,
This livelong night!

BP. HEBER.

89

[C. M.]

Prayer for Divine Aid.

TUNE-"Dedham."

"Clarendon."

1 BE thou, O God! by night, by day,
My Guide, my Guard from sin,
My Life, my Trust, my Light Divine,
To keep me pure within.

2 Pure as the air, when day's first light
A cloudless sky illumes,

And active as the lark, that soars
Till heaven shines round its plumes.

3 So may my soul, upon the wings
Of faith unwearied rise,

Till at the gate of heaven it sings
'Midst light from paradise.

day;

Some fade ere 't is noon, and few linger till eve;
Oh! there breaks not a heart but leaves some one

to grieve;

And the fondest, the purest, the truest that met, Have still found the need to forgive and forget; Then oh! though the hopes that we nourished de

cay,

Let us love one another as long as we stay.