There shall that piercing eye survey

My humble worship paid,

With ev'ry morning's dawning ray,
And ev'ry ev'ning's shade.

I'll leave behind each earthly care;
To thee my soul shall soar;
While grateful praise, and fervent pray'r,
Employ the silent hour.

So shall the sun in smiles arise;
The day shall close in peace;
So wilt thou train me for the skies,
Where joys shall never cease.

THE PERFECTIONS OF GOD IMITATED.

LORD! I would be a child of thine,
And thy blest image ever bear:
Deeply impress this heart of mine,
With glories which I cannot share.
Let these my admiration raise,
And fill me with religious awe;
Tune both my heart and tongue to praise,
And bend me to thy holy law.

But where I CAN resemble thee,
And in the godlike nature share;
Thy humble follower let me be,
And somewhat of thy likeness bear.

Pure may

I be, averse to sin,

Just, holy, merciful, and true;

And let thine image, form'd within,
Shine out in all I speak, and do.

THE SONG OF ANGELS.

HIGH let us swell our tuneful notes,
And join th' Angelic throng;
For Angels no such love have known,
To wake a rapt'rous song.

Good-will to guilty men is shewn,
And peace on earth is given;
For lo! th' incarnate Saviour comes,
With messages from Heaven.

Justice and grace, with sweet accord,
His rising beams adorn;

Let Heav'n and Earth in concert join,
Now such a child is born.

Glory to God in highest strains,
In highest worlds be paid;
His glory by our lips proclaim'd,
And by our lives display'd.

When we shall reach those blissful realms,

Where Christ exalted reigns;

We'll learn of the celestial choir

Their own immortal strains.

THE BIRTH OF CHRIST.

ARISE, and hail the happy day;
Cast all low cares of life away,

And thought of meaner things:
This day to cure our deadly woes,
The Sun of Righteousness arose,
With healing in his wings..

If Angels, on that happy morn,
The Saviour of the world was born,
Pour'd forth their joyful songs;
Much more should we of human race,
Adore the wonders of his grace,
To whom that grace belongs.

How wonderful! how vast, his love!
Who left the shining realms above,
Those happy seats of rest!
How much for human kind he bore,
Their peace and pardon to restore,
Can never be exprest.

Oh! then, let Heaven and Earth rejoice;
Let every creature join his voice

To hail the happy day;

When Satan's empire, vanquish'd, fell,

And all the powers of death and hell

Confess'd his sov'reign sway.

CHRIST THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD.

BEHOLD, the Prince of Peace;

The chosen of the Lord; GOD's well-beloved Son, fulfils

The promise of his word.

No royal pomp adorns

The King of Righteousness; Meekness and patience, truth and love, Compose his princely dress.

Jesus, the light of men!

His doctrine life imparts:

Oh! may we feel its quick'ning pow"r,
To warm and glad our hearts!

Cheer'd by its beams, our souls

Shall run the heav'nly way :

The path, which Christ hath mark'd and trod, Will lead to endless day.

THE SAVIOUR'S INVITATION.

COME, said JESUS' sacred voice,

Come, and make my paths your choice:

I will guide you to your home;

Weary pilgrim, hither come!

Thou who houseless, sole, forlorn,

Long hast borne the proud world's scorn,

Long hast roam'd the barren waste;
Weary pilgrim, hither haste.

Ye who toss'd on beds of pain,
Seek for ease, but seek in vain ;

Ye, whose swoln and sleepless eyes
Watch to see the morning rise;

Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,

In strong remorse for guilt, who mourn ;
Here repose your heavy care:
A wounded spirit who can bear?
Sinner, come! for here is found,
Balm that flows for every wound;
Peace that ever shall endure,
Lest eternal, sacred, sure.

THE DYING LOVE OF CHRIST.

AMAZING love! that stoop'd so low,
To view with pity's melting eye
Vile men, whose just desert was woe!
Amazing love!-did Jesus die?

He died!-to raise to life and joy
The vile, the guilty, the undone :
Oh! let his praise each hour employ;
Till hours no more their circles run!

He died!-ye Seraphs, tune your songs,
Resound, resound the Saviour's name: