III.

So, when the dread clouds of anger enfold Thee,
From us, in thy mercy, the dark side remove;
While shrouded in terrors the guilty behold Thee,
Oh! turn upon us the mild light of thy love!

WERE NOT THE SINFUL MARY'S TEARS.
AIR-Stevenson.

I.

WERE not the sinful Mary's tears
An offering worthy Heaven,
When o'er the faults of former years
She wept-and was forgiven?

II.

When, bringing every balmy sweet
Her day of luxury stored,
She o'er her Saviour's hallowed feet
The precious perfume poured ;-

III.

And wiped them with that golden hair,
Where once the diamond shone,

Though now those gems of grief were there
Which shine for God alone!

IV.

Were not those sweets, so humbly shed,—
That hair,—those weeping eyes,-
And the sunk heart, that inly bled,-
Heaven's noblest sacrifice?

V.

Thou that hast slept in error's sleep,
Oh! wouldst thou wake in heaven,
Like Mary kneel, like Mary weep,
"Love much,"*. -and be forgiven !

AS DOWN IN THE SUNLESS RETREATS.
AIR-Haydn.

I.

As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean,
Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see,
So, deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion,
Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee;

"Her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much." vii. 47.

- St. Luke

My God! silent to Thee;

Pure, warm, silent to Thee.

So, deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion,
Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee!

II.

As still, to the Star of its Worship, though clouded,
The needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea,
So, dark as I roam, in this wintry world shrouded,
The hope of my spirit turns trembling to Thee;
My God! trembling to Thee;

True, fond, trembling to Thee !

So, dark as I roam, in this wintry world shrouded,
The hope of my spirit turns trembling to Thee!

BUT WHO SHALL SEE.

AIR-Stevenson.

I.

BUT who shall see the glorious day,
When, throned on Zion's brow,
The Lord shall rend that veil away
Which hides the nations now?*
When earth no more beneath the fear
Of His rebuke shall lie;

When pain shall cease, and every tear
Be wiped from every eye!

II.

Then, Judah! thou no more shalt mourn
Beneath the heathen's chain ;

Thy days of splendour shall return,
And all be new again.—

The Fount of Life shall then be quaffed,

In peace, by all who come,

And every wind that blows shall waft

Some long-lost exile home!

ALMIGHTY GOD.

CHORUS OF PRIESTS.
AIR-Mozart.

I.

ALMIGHTY God! when round thy shrine
The palm-tree's heavenly branch we twine,
(Emblem of life's eternal ray,

And love that "fadeth not away") :

"And he will destroy in this mountain the face of the covering cast over all people, and the veil that is spread over all nations."-Isaiah xxv 7.

We bless the flowers, expanded all, *
We bless the leaves that never fall,
And trembling say,-" In Eden thus
The Tree of Life may flower for us!"

II.

When round thy cherubs, smiling calm
Without their flames,+ we wreathe the palm,
O God! we feel the emblem true,-
Thy mercy is eternal too!

Those cherubs, with their smiling eyes,
That crown of palm which never dies,
Are but the types of Thee, above,—
Eternal Life and Peace and Love!

O FAIR!-O PUREST!

SAINT AUGUSTINE TO HIS SISTER.

AIR-Moore.

I.

O FAIR! O purest ! be thou the dove
That flies alone to some sunny grove;
And lives unseen, and bathes her wing,
All vestal white, in the limpid spring.
There, if the hovering hawk be near,
That limpid spring in its mirror clear
Reflects him, ere he can reach his prey,
And warns the timorous bird away.
Oh! be like this dove;

O fair! O purest! be like this dove.

II.

The sacred pages of God's own Book
Shall be the spring, the eternal brook,
In whose holy mirror, night and day,
Thou wilt study heaven's reflected ray :-

* "And he carved all the walls of the house round about with carved figures of cherubims and palm-trees and open flowers."-1 Kings vi. 29.

"When the passover of the tabernacles was revealed to the great lawgiver in the Mount, then the cherubic images which appeared in that structure were no longer surrounded by flames; for the tabernacle was a type of the dispensation of mercy by which Jehovah confirmed his gracious covenant to redeem mankind."-Observations on the Palm, W. Tighe.

In St. Augustine's treatise upon the advantages of a solitary life, addressed to his sister, there is the following fanciful passage, from which the reader will perceive the thought of this song was taken :-"Te, soror, nunquam volo esse securam, sed timere semperque tuam fragilitatem habere suspectam, ad instar pavida columbæ frequentare vivos aquarum et quasi in specule accipitris cernere supervolantis effigiem et cavere. Rivi aquarum sententiæ sunt scripturarum, quæ de limpidissimo sapientiæ fonte profluentes," &c. &c.-De Vit. Eremit. ad Sororem.

And should the foes of virtue dare
With gloomy wing to seek thee there,
Thou wilt see how dark their shadows lie
Between heaven and thee, and trembling fly!
Oh! be like the dove:

O fair! O purest! be like the dove.

YOUNG Love lived once in an humble shed,
Where roses breathing

And woodbines wreathing

Around the lattice their tendrils spread,
As wild and sweet as the life he led.
His garden flourished,

For young Hope nourished

The infant buds with beams and showers; But lips, though blooming, must still be fed, And not even Love can live on flowers.

Alas! that Poverty's evil eye

Should e'er come hither,

Such sweets to wither!

The flowers laid down their heads to die,

And Hope fell sick as the witch drew nigh.
She came one morning,

Ere Love had warning,

And raised the latch, where the young god lay: "Oh ho!" said Love-"is it you? good-by:

So he oped the window, and flew away!

To sigh, yet feel no pain,

To weep, yet scarce know why;
To sport an hour with Beauty's chain,
Then throw it idly by;

To kneel at many a shrine,

Yet lay the heart on none;