Then, as under the ocean their course they steer

right on,

[Triton. They can pepper their foes from the bed of old

Derry down

If this project should fail, he has others in store; Wooden horses, for instance, may bring them safe

o'er;

Or the genius of France (as the Moniteur tells)
May order balloons, or provide diving-bells.

Derry down.

When Philip of Spain fitted out his Armada,

Britain saw his designs, and could meet her invader;

But how to greet Boney she never will know,

If he comes in the style of a fish or a crow.

Derry down.

Now if our rude tars will so crowd up the seas,

That his boats have not room to go down when they

please,

Can't he wait till the channel is quite frozen over,
And a stout pair of skates will transport him to
Dover?
Derry down.

How welcome he'll be it were needless to say;
Neither he nor his puppets shall e'er go away;
I am sure at his heels we shall constantly stick,
Till we know he has played off his very last trick.
Derry down, down, high derry down.

HYMN.

In Heaven we shall be purified, so as to be able to endure the splendours of the Deity.

AWAKE, Sweet harp of Judah, wake!
Retune thy strings for Jesus' sake;
We sing the Saviour of our race,

The Lamb, our shield, and hiding-place.

When God's right arm is bared for war,
And thunders clothe his cloudy car,
Where, where, oh, where shall man retire,
To escape the horrors of his ire?

"Tis he, the Lamb, to him we fly,
While the dread tempest passes by;
God sees his Well-beloved's face,
And spares us in our hiding-place.

Thus while we dwell in this low scene,
The Lamb is our unfailing screen;
To him, though guilty, still we run,
And God still spares us for his Son.

While yet we sojourn here below,
Pollutions still our hearts o'erflow;
Fallen, abject, mean, a sentenced race,
We deeply need a hiding-place.

Yet, courage-days and years will glide,
And we shall lay these clods aside,
Shall be baptized in Jordan's flood,
And washed in Jesus' cleansing blood.

Then pure, immortal, sinless, freed,
We through the Lamb shall be decreed;
Shall meet the Father face to face,
And need no more a hiding-place.*

A HYMN FOR FAMILY WORSHIP.

O LORD, another day is flown,

And we, a lonely band,

Are met once more before thy throne,
To bless thy fostering hand.

And wilt thou bend a listening ear,
To praises low as ours?

Thou wilt for thou dost love to hear
The song which meekness pours.

And, Jesus, thou thy smiles wilt deign,
As we before thee pray;

For thou didst bless the infant train,

And we are less than they.

The last stanza of this hymn was added extemporaneously, by the Author, one summer evening, when he was with a few friends on the Trent, and singing as he was used to do on such occasions.

O let thy grace perform its part,
And let contention cease;

And shed abroad in every heart
Thine everlasting peace!

Thus chastened, cleansed, entirely thine,
A flock by Jesus led;
The Sun of Holiness shall shine
In glory on our head.

And thou wilt turn our wandering feet,
And thou wilt bless our way;

Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet
The dawn of lasting day.

THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM.

WHEN marshalled on the nightly plain,
The glittering host bestud the sky;

One star alone, of all the train,

Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.

Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,
From every host, from every gem;

But one alone the Saviour speaks,

It is the Star of Bethlehem.

Once on the raging seas I rode,

The storm was loud,

the night was dark,

Deep horror then my vitals froze,

Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem;

When suddenly a star arose,

It was the Star of Bethlehem.

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.

Now safely moored-my peril's o'er,

I'll sing, first in night's diadem,

For ever, and for evermore,

The Star!

The Star of Bethlehem!

A HYMN.

O LORD, my God, in mercy turn,

In

mercy hear a sinner mourn!

To thee I call, to thee I cry,

O leave me, leave me not to die!

I strove against thee, Lord, I know,

I spurned thy grace, I mocked thy law;
The hour is past· the day's gone by,

And I am left alone to die.