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WHEN spring unlocks the flowers to paint the

laughing soil ; When summer's balmy showers refresh the

mower's toil ; When winter binds in frosty chains the fallow

and the flood, In God the earth rejoiceth still, and owns his

Maker good.

The birds that wake the morning, and those that

love the shade ; The winds that sweep the mountain or lull the

drowsy glade; The sun thạt from his amber bower rejoiceth on

his way,

The moon and stars, their Master's name in

silent pomp display.

Shall man, the lord of nature, expectant of the

sky, Shall man, alone unthankful, his little praise

deny ? No, let the year forsake his course, the seasons

cease to be, Thee, Master, must we always love, and, Saviour,

honour thee.

The flowers of spring may wither, the hope of

summer fade, The autumn droop in winter, the birds forsake

the shade ; The winds be lull'd—the sun and moon forget

their old decree, But we in nature's latest hour, O Lord! will

cling to thee.

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JERUSALEM, Jerusalem! enthroned once on high,
Thou favour'd home of God on earth, thou heav'n

below the sky!
Now brought to bondage with thy sons, a curse

and grief to see, Jerusalem, Jerusalem! our tears shall flow for


Oh! hadst thou known thy day of grace, and

flock'd beneath the wing
Of him who call'd thee lovingly, thine own anointed

Then had the tribes of all the world gone up thy

pomp to see,
And glory dwelt within thy gates, and all thy sons

been free:

“ And who art thou that mournest me?” replied

the ruin gray, ** And fear'st not rather that thyself may prove a


I am a dried and abject branch, my place is given

to thee; But wo to every barren graft of thy wild olive-tree!

“Our day of grace is sunk in night, our time of

mercy spent, For heavy was my children's crime, and strange

their punishment; Yet gaze not idly on our fall, but, sinner, warned

be, Who spared not his chosen seed may send his

wrath on thee!

6 Our day of grace is sunk in night, thy noon is in

its prime ; Oh! turn and seek thy Saviour's face in this

accepted time! So, Gentile, may Jerusalem a lesson prove to thee, And in the new Jerusalem thy home for ever be!”


" Who yonder on the desert heath,

Complains in feeble tone ???
166 A pilgrim in the vale of death,
Faint, bleeding, and alone !"

6. How cam'st thou to this dismal strand

Of danger, grief, and shame ?
_“ From blessed Sion's holy land,
By folly led, I came !"

66 What ruffian hand hath stript thee bare ?

Whose fury laid thee low ?"
-“ Sin for my footsteps twin'd her snare,
And death has dealt the blow !"

- Can art no medicine for thy wound,

Nor nature strength supply ?" -" They saw me bleeding on the ground, And pass’d in silence by!”

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