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INTENDED TO BE SUNG ON OCCASION OF HIS PREACHING A SERMON FOR THE CHURCH MISSIONARY SOCIETY, IN
FROM Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,
Roll down their golden sand ;
From many a palmy plain,
Their land from error's chain,
What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,
And only man is vile :
The gifts of God are strown,
Bows down to wood and stone.
Can we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high, Can we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny ? Salvation, O salvation !
The joyful sound proclaim, Till each remotest nation
Has learned Messiah's name.
Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,
And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory,
It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature,
The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to gn.
AN INTROIT TO BE SUNG BETWEEN THE LITANY AND COMMUNION
O most merciful !
BEFORE THE SACRAMENT.
BREAD of the world, in mercy broken ;
Wine of the soul, in mercy shed; By whom the words of life were spoken,
And in whose death our sins are dead;
Look on the heart by sorrow broken,
Look on the tears by sinners shed, And be thy feast to us the token
That by thy grace our souls are fed.
AT A FUNERAL.
BENEATH our feet and o'er our head
Is equal warning given ; Beneath us lie the countless dead,
Above us is the heaven.
Their names are graven on the stone,
Their bones are in the clay ; And ere another day is done,
Ourselves may be as they.
Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower ; Each season has its own disease,
Its peril every hour.
Our eyes have seen the rosy light
Of youth's soft cheek decay, And Fate descend in sudden night
On manhood's middle day.
Our eyes have seen the steps of age
Halt feebly towards the tomb, And yet shall earth our hearts engage,
And dreams of days to come?