SACRED HARMONY.

THE HARP OF DAVID.

BARTON.

OH! for the harp that David swept,
At whose divine entrancing sound
The evil spirit distance kept,

While holier visions hover'd round:
Oh! for such harp in these our days,
To speak a God's, a Saviour's praise.

Then e'en on earth might song outpour
That sweet, that full, triumphant strain
Whose grateful notes should heaven-ward soar,
And there a gracious audience gain;
While here below its hallow'd power
Should aid devotion's happiest hour.

Christian, wouldst thou such harp possess,
May grace anoint thine eye to see,
And on thy mind this truth impress-
The heart that instrument may be:

For never harp or lyre reveal'd

Such music as the heart can yield.

Not in its unregenerate state

Canst thou expect those strains to hear;
By sin unstrung, its accents grate

In discord on a heaven-touch'd ear;
Renew'd by grace, and tuned by love,
Its harmony ascends above.

Oh then with melody it seems

To vibrate from each trembling string;
Each kindling thought and feeling teems
With songs as sweet as seraphs sing;
And music art could never frame
Is breath'd to its REDEEMER'S NAME.

ALL NATURE PROCLAIMS A DEITY.

R. MONTGOMERY.

THERE is a voiceless eloquence on earth,
Telling of Him who gave her wonders birth;
And long may I remain th' adoring child
Of Nature's majesty, sublime or wild;
Hill, flood, and forest, mountain, rock, and sea,
All take their terrors or their charms from Thee,
From Thee, whose hidden but supreme control
Moves through the world, a universal soul.

But who could trace Thine unrestricted course, Though Fancy followed with immortal force?