THOU ART, O GOD.

(AIR.- UNKNOWN.)1

"The day is thine, the night is also thine: thou hast prepared the light and the sun.

"Thou hast set all the borders of the earth: thou hast made summer and winter." - Psalm lxxiv. 16, 17.

THOU art, O GOD, the life and light

Of all this wondrous world we see; Its glow by day, its smile by night,

Are but reflections caught from Thee. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine!

When Day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of Even, And we can almost think we gaze

Thro' golden vistas into Heaven Those hues, that make the Sun's decline So soft, so radiant, LORD! are Thine.

When Night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume

Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, LORD! are Thine.

When youthful Spring around us breathes, Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh; And every flower the Summer wreathes

Is born beneath that kindling eye. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine.

THE BIRD, LET LOOSE.
(AIR. - BEETHOVEN.)

THE bird, let loose in eastern skies,2
When hastening fondly home,

1 I have heard that this air is by the late Mrs. Sheridan. It is sung to the beautiful old words, "I do confess thou 'rt smooth and fair."

2 The carrier-pigeon, it is well known, flies

Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam.

But high she shoots thro' air and light, Above all low delay,

Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,
Nor shadow dims her way.

So grant me, GOD, from every care
And stain of passion free,
Aloft, thro' Virtue's purer air,

To hold my course to Thee!
No sin to cloud, no lure to stay

My Soul, as home she springs; Thy Sunshine on her joyful way, Thy Freedom in her wings!

FALLEN is thy Throne, oh Israel!
Silence is o'er thy plains;
Thy dwellings all lie desolate,

Thy children weep in chains.
Where are the dews that fed thee
On Etham's barren shore?
That fire from Heaven which led thee,
Now lights thy path no more.

LORD! thou didst love Jerusalem -
Once she was all thy own;
Her love thy fairest heritage,3
Her power thy glory's throne.
Till evil came, and blighted

Thy long-loved olive-tree; 5
And Salem's shrines were lighted
For other gods than Thee.

at an elevated pitch, in order to surmount every obstacle between her and the place to which she is destined.

3 "I have left mine heritage; I have given the dearly beloved of my soul into the hands of her enemies." -Jeremiah, xii. 7.

4 "Do not disgrace the throne of thy glory." -Jer. xiv. 21.

5 "The LORD called thy name a green olivetree; fair, and of goodly fruit," etc.-Jer. xi. 16.

1 "For he shall be like the heath in the desert." -Jer. xvii. 6.

2 "Take away her battlements; for they are not the LORD's." -Jer. v. 10.

3 "Therefore, behold, the days come, saith the LORD, that it shall no more be called Tophet, nor the Valley of the Son of Hinnom, but the Valley of Slaughter; for they shall bury in Tophet till there be no place." -Jer. vii. 32.

4 These lines were suggested by a passage in one of St. Jerome's Letters, replying to some calumnious remarks that had been circulated respecting his intimacy with the matron Paula:

numquid me vestes serica, nitentes gemmæ, picta facies, aut auri rapuit ambitio? nulla

"He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds." - Psalm cxlvii. 3. OH Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear, How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee.

The friends who in our sunshine live,
When winter comes, are flown;
And he who has but tears to give,
Must weep those tears alone,

fuit alia Romæ matronarum, quæ meam possit
edomare mentem, nisi lugens atque jejunans,
." - Epist. ""
fletu pene cæcata.
si tibi putem."
5 οὐ γὰρ κρυσοφορεῖν τὴν δακρύουσαν δεῖ. -
Chrysost. Homil. 8, in Epist. ad. Tim.

amiable girl, the daughter of the late Colonel Bainbrigge, who was married in Ashbourne church, October 31, 1815, and died of a fever in a few weeks after: the sound of her marriagebells seemed scarcely out of our ears when we heard of her death. During her last delirium she sung several hymns, in a voice even clearer and sweeter than usual, and among them were some from the present collection, (particularly, "There's nothing bright but Heaven,") which this very interesting girl had often heard me sing during the summer.

2 pii orant tacite.

"And Miriam, the Prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances." Exod. xv. 20.

SOUND the loud Timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea!

JEHOVAH has triumphed - his people are free.

Sing for the pride of the Tyrant is broken,

His chariots, his horsemen, all splen-
I did and brave -

How vain was their boast, for the LORD hath but spoken,

And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave.

Sound the loud Timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea;

JEHOVAH has triumphed his people are

free.

Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the LORD!

1 I have so much altered the character of this air, which is from the beginning of one of Avison's old-fashioned concertos, that, without this acknowledgment, it could hardly, I think, be recognized.