In twilight's pensive, lonely hour, 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. 2 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, Thou dear Otaheite, sweetest isle of the Ocean, *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, 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, 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, O let me hear thy cheering voice, Then in thy strength will I rejoice, By Jesus' last expiring groan,, O take away my heart of stone, |