As when the deluge-waves were gone,
Hills, plains, and vales in freshness burst;
And nature's earliest rainbow shone

On scenes more lovely than the first;

Loosed from the ark, a heavenly dove
The promise-branch of olive bore,—
Pledge of returning peace and love,
That beamed more brightly than before;

So, when affliction's waters glide
From the enfranchised soul away,
More peaceful, pure, and sanctified,
The soul emerges into day.

And then, as with the olive-bough
The heavenly dove of old drew near,
Some gentle words of truth will flow,
In holy music on the ear.

O'er all the transient things of time
The oblivious foot of years hath trod;

But all that's sacred and sublime

Stands stedfast as the truth of God.

OUT of the depths

Have I called unto thee, O Lord;
Lord, hear my voice;

Let thine ear be attentive

To the voice of my supplication.
If thou, Lord, shouldst mark iniquity,
O Lord, who shall stand?
But with thee is forgiveness,

That thou mayest be feared.
I wait for the Lord,

My soul doth wait;

And in his word do I hope.

I wait for the Lord

More than they who watch for the morning.

XXXIX.

WHEN Israel, of the Lord beloved,
Out from the land of bondage came,
Her father's God before her moved,
An awful guide, in smoke and flame.
By day, along the astonished lands
The cloudy pillar glided slow;
By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands
Returned the fiery column's glow.

Thus present still, though now unseen,
When brightly shines the prosperous day,
Be thoughts of thee a cloudy screen,
To temper the deceitful ray.
And O! when gathers on our path

In shade and storm the frequent night,
Be Thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath,
A burning and a shining light.

XL.

SING to the Lord! for his mercies are sure;
His goodness and wisdom for ever endure.
The wide-stretching earth with its beauties all
teeming,

Its mountains, its valleys, or lofty or fair; The sun in his rising, the stars nightly gleaming, The sea in its depths-still his wonders declare.

Sing to the Lord! for his mercies are sure;
His goodness and wisdom for ever endure.

Sing to the Lord! for his mercies are sure;

His goodness and wisdom for ever endure. Though by oppression his people sore troubled, May suffer in bondage, or languish for light; His mighty right arm, with a power redoubled, Can tyranny quell, and redeem for the right. Sing to the Lord! for his mercies are sure; His goodness and wisdom for ever endure.

JEHOVAH-GOD! thy gracious power

On

every

hand we see ;

O may the blessings of each hour
Lead all our thoughts to thee!

If on the wings of morn we speed
To earth's remotest bound,

Thy right hand will our footsteps lead,
Thine arm our path surround.

Thy power is in the ocean-deeps,
And reaches to the skies;

Thine

eye of mercy never sleeps, Thy goodness never dies.

From morn till noon, till latest eve,

The hand of God we see; And all the blessings we receive Ceaseless proceed from thee.

In all the varying scenes of time,
On thee our hopes depend;
In every age, in every clime,
Our Father and our Friend!

FATHER of our feeble race,

Wise, beneficent, and kind, Spread o'er nature's ample face Flows thy goodness unconfined; Musing in the silent grove,

Or the busy walks of men, Still we trace thy wondrous love, Claiming large returns again.

Lord, what offering shall we bring
At thine altars when we bow?-
Hearts, the pure unsullied spring
Whence the kind affections flow;
Soft compassion's feeling soul,
By the melting eye exprest;
Sympathy, at whose control,

Sorrow leaves the wounded breast;

Willing hands to lead the blind,

Bind the wounded, feed the poor; Love, embracing all our kind; Charity, with liberal store. Teach us, O thou heavenly King, Thus to shew our grateful mind, Thus the accepted offering bring, Love to thee and all mankind.