HYMN. In Heaven we shall be purified, so as to be able to endure the splendors of the Deity. I. AWAKE, sweet harp of Judah, wake, II. When God's right arm is bar'd for war, III. "Tis he, the Lamb, to him we fly, IV. Thus while we dwell in this low scene, And God still spares us for his Son. 1 V. While yet we sojourn here below, Fallen, abject, mean, a sentenced race, VI. Yet courage-days and years will glide, VII. Then pure, immortal, sinless, freed, And need no more a hiding place. The last stanza of this hymn was added extemporaneously, by Henry, one summer evening, when he was with a few friends on the Trent, and singing it, as he was used to do on such occasions. A HYMN, FOR FAMILY WORSHIP. I. O LORD, another day is flown, And we, a lonely band, Are met once more before thy throne, To bless thy fostering hand. II. And wilt thou bend a listening ear, Thou wilt! for Thou dost love to hear 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. IV. O let thy grace perform its part, And let contention cease; And shed abroad in every heart Thine everlasting peace! V. Thus chasten'd, cleans'd, entirely thine, A flock by Jesus led; The Sun of Holiness shall shine, In glory on our head. VI. And thou wilt turn our wandering feet, "Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet The dawn of lasting day. THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM. I. WHEN marshall'd on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky; One star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. II. 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. III. Once on the raging seas I rode, The storm was loud,—the night was dark, The ocean yawn'd, and rudely blow'd The wind that toss'd my foundering bark. IV. Deep horror then my vitals froze, Death-struck, I ceas'd the tide to stem; When suddenly a star arose, It was the star of Bethlehem. V. It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storm, and dangers' thrall, VI. Now safely moor'd!-my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever and for evermore, The star!-The star of Bethlehem! |