HENRY KIRKE WHITE. HYMN DCCCLIX. Human Frailty. H. K. WHITE. HAT is this passing scene? 1 WHA A peevish April-day? A little sun-a little rain And then night sweeps along the plain, Man (soon discuss'd) Yields up his trust, And all his hopes and fears lie with him in the dust! 2 Oh, what is beauty's power? It flourishes and dies; With the cold earth it's silence break, Mute, mute is all O'er beauty's fall; Her praise resounds no more, when mantled in her pall. 3 The most belov'd on earth Not long survives to-day; So music past is obsolete, And yet 'twas sweet, 'twas passing sweet, But now 'tis gone away: Thus does the shade, In memory fade, When in forsaken tomb the form belov'd is laid! 4 Then since this world is vain, And volatile and fleet, 1 Why should I lay up earthly joys, With anxious skill, When soon this hand will freeze, this throbbing heart lie still? HYMN DCCCLX. The Harp of Judah; or, the Hiding-place. H. K. WHITE. WAKE, sweet harp of Judah, wake, The Lamb, our shield, and hiding-place. 3 'Tis he, the Lamb, to him we fly, 4 Thus while we dwell in this low scene. Fallen, abject, mean, a sentenc'd race, 6 Yet courage-days and years will glide, [7 Then pure, immortal, sinless, freed, HYMN DCCCLXI. Evening Hymn for Family Worship. H. K. WHITE. 10 LORD, another day is flown, And we a lonely band, Are met once more before thy throne, 2 And wilt thou bend a listening ear, Thou wilt! for thou dost love to hear 3 And Jesus, thou thy smiles wilt deign, For thou didst bless the infant train 4 O let thy grace perform it's part, And shed abroad in every heart 5 Thus chasten'd, cleans'd, entirely thine, The Sun of Righteousness shall shine, 6 And thou wilt turn our wandering feet, "Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet The dawn of lasting day. HYMN DCCCLXII. The Star of Bethlehem. H. K. WHITE. 1 WHEN marshall'd on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky; One star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. 2 Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks, 3 Once on the raging seas I rode, The storm was loud,-the night was dark, The ocean yawn'd,-and rudely blow'd The wind that toss'd my foundering bark. 4 Deep horror then my vitals froze, Death-struck, I ceas'd the tide to stem; When suddenly a star arose, It was the star of Bethlehem. 5 It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storm and dangers thrall, It led me to the port of peace. 6 Now safely moor'd-my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever and for ever more, The star!-the star of Bethlehem! HYMN DCCCLXIII. Confession and Repentance. H. K. WHITE. 1 LORD, my God, in mercy turn, In mercy hear a sinner mourn! To thee I call, to thee I cry, 4 Yet Jesus, Jesus! there I'll cling, 1 THE ORIGINALS. HYMN DCCCLXIV. The Eternal Monarch. PART I. H. K. WHITE. HE Lord our God is full of might, |