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In twilight's pensive, lonely hour,
That sacred hour so dear to me,
In some lone grot, or woodland bow'r,
I'll pray for thee.

The world is but a weary way,

A dreary land, where pilgrims roam, Where exil'd strangers sadly stray,

And sigh for home.

But there's a heav'n of joy and light, Where weary pilgrims sweetly rest, And soon we'll wing our joyful flight To Jesus' breast.

Oh, we shall meet on that blest shore! Oh, we shall join the holy throng, And sing our toils and sufferings o'er, A joyful song!

SPREAD OF THE GOSPEL.

ON READING A LATE, ACCOUNT OF THE PREVALENCE OF CHRISTIANITY IN THE ISLAND OF OTAHEITE.

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THE time has gone by, when oppresion and error,

Like the mist on the mountain, envelop'd the

world;

The time has gone by, when the demon of terror, Leagu'd with wild superstition, his banner unfurl'd.

O Christians, rejoice! the idols are falling,

The darkness of midnight gives place to the dawn;

The voice of the heathen on Jesus is calling,
And joy hails triumphant the Gospel's bright morn,

Thou dear Otaheite, sweetest isle of the Ocean,
The Star of the East has illumin'd thy shore;
Thy valleys now echo with songs of devotion,
And thy rulers fall prostrate to idols no more.*

*Vide Letter of Pomare, King of Otaheite, to the Eng lish Missionaries.

Sweet Isle of the South, thou art favour'd of Heav'n, Thy clime is delightful, thy skies are serene;

To thee has the choicest of blessings been given, Thy bread-fruits are sweet, and thy valleys are

green.

But chief, Otaheite, is the gift of the Saviour,
Whose praises now echo thy valleys among;
Rejoice, Otaheite, rejoice in his favour,

And raise to thy Jesus a loud choral song.

Rejoice, Otaheite, thy idols are banish'd,

The daylight has dawn'd, and the darkness is o'er, Rejoice, Otaheite, thy Morais have vanish'd; Rejoice, Otaheite, and thy Saviour adore.

O Jesus, ride on, and speed the glad hour,
When lands now in darkness shall own thy blest

sway;

When the nations of earth shall acknowledge thy

power,

When kings shall adore thee, and princes obey.

EFFUSION OF THE HEART.

GOD, create my heart anew, Bid unbelief and fear depart; Let holy, sanctifying dew

Descend, and cleanse my longing heart.

Father, I wait thy will to prove,
Thy sanctifying power to see,
To triumph in thy perfect love,
And all my powers devote to thee.

O let me hear thy cheering voice,
Pronounce me, Saviour, wholly thine,

Then in thy strength will I rejoice,
And all my soul to thee resign.

By Jesus' last expiring groan,,
Who suffer'd, bled, and died for me,

O take away my heart of stone,
And let me find my all in thee.

Thou wilt-I feel the quick'ning power, Thine everlasting love is mine;

Thou art my life, my strength, my tower, And I, my God, am wholly thine.

THE END.

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