Come up unto the Hills. YOME up unto the hills-thy strength is there. Too long, amid the bowers and blossoms fair, Why dost thou tarry there? what though the bird The plough-boy whistles to the loitering herd, Yet come unto the hills, the old strong hills, Come to the gushing of the new-born rills, And thou with denizens of power shalt dwell, Composed upon his rock, mid storm and fell, Come up unto the hills: the shattered tree And flingeth out his branches wild and free, Come where no fear is known: the sea-bird's nest And thou shalt taste the gladness of unrest, Come up unto the hills. The men of old, Grew jubilant of heart, and strong, and bold, Where came the soundings of the sea afar, And nearer grew the moon and midnight star, ELIZABETH OAKES SMITH. Consecration of the House of Prayer. OD of wisdom, GOD of might, GOD Father! dearest name of all, Bow thy throne and bless our rite; 'Tis thy children on thee call. Glorious ONE! look down from heaven, With thy presence fill it now. Fill it now! on every soul Shed the incense of thy grace, While our anthem-echoes roll Round the consecrated place; While thy holy page we read, hile the prayers Thou lovest ascend, thy cause thy servants plead,is house, our GOD, our Friend. w-O, fill it long! n death shall call us home, se, in many a throng, dren's children come. Bless them, Father, long and late, Blot their sins, their sorrows dry; There, when time shall be no more, With their hallelujahs ring. CHARLES SPRAGUE. Charity. HARITY! decent, modest, easy, kind, CHAR Softens the high, and rears the abject mind; Knows with just reins and gentle hand to guide Betwixt vile shame and arbitrary pride; Not soon provoked, she easily forgives, F Thus, in obedience to what Heaven decrees, And endless good diffuse, and endless praise receive. That more remains unseen than art can show; By Faith directed, and confirmed by Hope; Dawnings of beams and promises of day. Heaven's fuller effluence mocks our dazzled sight; Then constant Faith and holy Hope shall die, One lost in certainty, and one in joy; Whilst thou, more happy power, fair Charity, Triumphant sister, greatest of the three, Thy office and thy nature still the same, ting thy lamp, and unconsumed thy flame, at still survive lt stand before the host of heaven confest, For ever blessing, and for ever blest. MATTHEW PRIOR. Come, Lord! when Grace has made me meet. LORD, it belongs not to my care, Whether I die or live; To live and serve Thee is my share, If short, yet why should I be sad, That shall have the same pay ? Christ leads me through no darker rooms He that unto God's kingdom comes Must enter by this door. Come, Lord! when grace has made me meet Thy blessed face to see; For if Thy work on earth be sweet, What must Thy glory be? Then shall I end my sad complaints, And weary, sinful days, And join with the triumphant saints, My knowledge of that life is small, The eye of faith is dim; But 'tis enough that Christ knows all, And I shall be with Him. BAXTER. |