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While Zion's fall in sad remembrance rose,

Her friends, her children, mingled with the dead.

2 The tuneless harp, that once with joy we strung,

When praise employed and mirth inspired the lay,
In mournful silence, on the willows hung,

And growing grief prolonged the tedious day.
3 Our bard oppressors, to increase our woe,

With taunting smiles a song of Zion claim;
Bid sacred praise in strains melodious flow,

While they blaspheme the great Jehovah's name.
4 But how, in heathen chains, and lands unknown,

Shall Israel's sons a song of Zion raise ?
O hapless Salem, God's terrestrial throne,

Thou land of glory, sacred mount of praise.
5 If e'er my memory lose thy lovely name,

If my cold heart neglect my kindred race,
Let dire destruction seize this guilty frame:
My band shall perish, and my voice shall cease.



Universal Praise.
(C. P. M.] TUNE_" Meribah.

« Ariel."
1 BEGIN, my soul, the exalted lay,
Let each enraptured thought obey,

And praise the Almighty's name :
Lol heaven and earth, and seas and skies,
In one melodious concert rise,

To swell the inspiring theme.
2 Thou beaven of heavens, His vast abode,
Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker God;

Ye thunders, speak His power:

Lo! on the lightning's fiery wing
In triumph walks the eternal King:

The astonished worids adore.

3 Ye deeps, with roaring billows rise,
To join the thunders of the skies,

Praise Him, who bids you roll :
His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whispering breeze of yielding air,

And breathe it to the soul.

4 Wake, all ye soaring throngs and sing;
Ye feathered warblers of the spring,

Harmonious anthems raise
To Him who shaped your finer mould,
Who tipped your glittering wings with gold,

And tuned your voice to praise.
5 Let man, by nobler passions swayed,
Let man, in God's own image made,

His breath in praise employ;
Spread wide his Maker's name around,
Till heaven shall echo back the sound,
In songs of holy joy.



The Lord is my Shepherd.

TUNE—“ Portuguese Hymn."
Vide also " Nason's Vocal Class Book," p. 90.
1 The Lord is my shepherd, no want shall I know;

I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest ;
He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow;
Restores me when wandering, redeems when op-


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9 The Vicissitudes of Providenoe.

[C. M.] TUNE—" Coventry.

" Howards."

1 The gifts indulgent heaven bestows,

Are variously conveyed;

The human mind, like nature, knows

Alternate light and shade.
2 While changing aspect all things wear,

Can we expect to find
Unclouded sunshine all the year,

Or constant peace of mind ?
3 More gayly smiles the blooming spring,

When wintry storms are o'er;
Retreating sorrow thus may bring

Delight unknown before.

James Montgomery was born at Irvine, Eng. in 1771. As a com-
poser of sacred lyrics, he is to be ranked with Addison, Watts, Heber,
etc. He died at Sheffield, April 30, 1854.

4 Then, mortal ! send thy fears away,

Nor sink in gloomy care;
Though clouds o'erspread the scene to-day,
To-morrow may be fair.


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Oh Blest Art Thou.
[L. M.]

TUNE_" Illa."
1 Oh! blest art thou, whose steps may rove

Through the green paths of vale and grove,
Or, leaving all their charms below,
Climb the wild mountain's airy brow;

2 For man can show thee nought so fair,

As Nature's varied marvels there;
And if thy pure and artless breast

Can feel their grandeur, thou art blest !
3 For thee the stream in beauty flows,

For thee the gale of summer blows,
And, in deep glen and wood-walk free,
Voices of joy still breathe for thee.

4 But happier far, if then, thy soul

Can soar to Him who made the whole;
If to thine eye the simplest flower
Portray His bounty and His power.

* This lady was the daughter of a clergyman of Broughton, in
Hampshire, Eng. Her first volume of poems was published in 1760,
under the name of Theodosia. Her writings were collected after her
decease, and published in three vols. in 1780. Her epitaph consists
of the following lines -

Silent the lyre, and dumb the tuneful tongue,

That sung on earth her great Redeemer's praise ;
But now in heaven, she joins the angelic throng,

In more harmonious, more exalted lays.

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