« ZurückWeiter »
3. I sing the goodness of the Lord,
That fill'd the earth with food;
And then pronounc'd them good.
Where'er I turn mine eye; If I survey the ground I tread,
Or gaze upon the sky! 5. There's not a plant or flower below
But makes thy glories known; And clouds arise, and tempest blow,
By order from thy throne.
Are subject to thy care ;
But God is present there.
With wrath in hell beneath! 'Tis on his earth I stand or move,
And 'tis his air I breathe.
8. His hand is my perpetual guard; ..
He keeps me with his eye:
Who is for ever nigh?
A morning in spring. 1. Lo! the bright, the rosy morning,
Calls me forth to take the air : Cheerful spring, w th smiles retursing,
Ushers in the new-born year. . Nature now in all her beauty,
With her gently-moving tongue
Of a grateful morning song.
3. See the early blossoms springing!
See the jocund lambkins play!
Welcome to the new-born day! 4. Vernal music, softly sounding,
Echoes through the verdant grove ;
Swells with harmony and love.
Water all the plains around :
In the smiling meads abound.
Leafy robes adorn the trees;
Sweetly swell the gentle breeze. 7. Praise to thee, thou great Creator !
Praise be thine from ev'ry tongue:
Join the universal song!
For the richest gifts bestow’d;
Sound Jehovah's praise aloud !
Instruction's warning voice;
His early, only choice.
Thari east or west wofold ;
Than is the gain of gold.
A length of happy years;
And honour bright appears.
1. She guides the young, with innocence,
In pleasure's path to tread : ,
Upon the hoary head.
So her rewards increase :
The Man of Ross. 1. Rise, honest muse! and sing the Man of RossWho hung with woods yon mountain's sultry brow? From the dry rock who bade 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 causeway parts the vale with shady rows? Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? Who taught that heav'n-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.
The young who labour, and the old who rest. 4. Is any sick? The Man of Ross relieves,
Prescribes, attends, the med'cinc makes, and gives,
Resignation. 1, WHILE some in folly's pleasures roll,
And seek the joys that hurt the soul;
Be mine, that silent calm repast,
A peaceful conscience to the last :
Without a canker at the root ;
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 dismay’d;
And the pale monarch of the tomb.
And floods descend, and billows roar;
When sov'reign love directs the rod ?
And pour the balm that heals the smarte 8. Though Heav'n afflict, I'll not repine;
Each heart-felt comfort still is mine;
And journey with me through the vale. . 9, Bless'd Saviour! cheer that darksome way,
And lead me to the realms of day;
To milder skies and brighter plains, . Where everlasting sunshine reigns. COTTON
Character of Christ.
k. 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 expressid.
To give the mourder joy,
Was his divine employ..
4. Lowly in heart by all his friends,
A friend and serrant fond;
And heal'd each bleeding wound.
Patient and meek he stood :
He labour'd for their good.
Before his Father's throne,
· Thy will, sot mine, be done !
His image may I bear!
And his bright glories share ! ENFLE!.D.