Sacred Melodies.

1.

Air-" She walks in Beauty."

THE dew-drop sparkled on the spray,
As rose the sun, on æther borne,

And for a moment seem'd to stay,

As ling'ring o'er Earth's sabbath morn:

Ten thousand songsters hail'd that day,
From bush and brake and blooming thorn.

Their warbling wak'd CREATION'S CHILD,
Who on a vi'let bank reclin'd.

His face, uprais'd, in worship smil'd;
Devotion fill'd his perfect mind:

No sin had then his breast defil'd;

But all was harmless, pure, refin'd.

Silent he lay-In thought alone,

His soul communion held above;
And there, at the Eternal Throne,
It melted in a tide of love,
Unstain'd by cause of sigh or groan,
Or aught his perfect joy could move.

II.

Air-"The Harp the Monarch Minstrel swept."

PROPHETIC Visions swell'd each string,
And mystic thoughts in concord flow'd;
The Minstrel Warrior-Israel's king--

Sung not himself-His verses glow'd

With that bright star, that Lord of Lords! who bore the load

Of guilt and sin from Adam's fall:
Who gives the heart to virtue flam'd,

And adds the lip of pray'r to all

Who, after him, are children named;

Bought dear by curse endur'd-By purchase claim'd.

And still he strikes the tuneful string,

Wherever gospel news is heard;

Ascribing glory to its King,

Its risen, bright, incarnate Lord!

Eternal Father; Prince of Peace! and God ador'd! Let Europe catch the bursting sound!

To Asia, gladsome tidings bear!

Let pagan Afric's utmost bound

Rejoice, the joyful news to hear; And nations, yet unborn, to him repair.

III.

Air" If that high world."

THAT " that high world," where spirits dwell,

"SURVIVING LOVE," indeed! endears;

Let his triumphant vict'ry tell,

Who, conqu'ring, rose above our fears;

Thrice welcome, then, those blissful spheres!

And welcome, the sweet hour to die;

When all behind's a waste of

And all before's Eternity.

years,

'Tis not for self, that we are borne

Thro' refluent Jordan's mystic tide;

From sons of song, from kindred torn ;
From hearts of fire and hours of pride;
Thro' Fancy's visions still to glide:

Bought with a price, and brought from far,
Thence, we become the spotless bride,
Of David's bright and morning star.

Then, "Ho!" ye thirsty! drink the stream
Of Life, proceeding from the throne;

For this high end, the prophets dream;
To this great purpose, Heaven's own Son:

Tho' bright the Poet's verse has shone,

When laughing Houris deck'd the lays; Know thou! before the Great Three One,

Celestial joys are God's due praise.

IV.

Air-" The wild Gazelle."

ON Judah's hill, the light Gazelle

May wander wildly free;

And bigot pilgrims, duly tell,

Their Paters faithfully.

Still, Zion's worshippers abound,

Where Zion's God may yet be found.

A step erect, an eye more bright,

From Pisgah's mountain shone;

And, o'er the future, casting light,

In vision, thus begun :

"The Lord will place on Judah's throne "A Prophet-Follow him alone."