FOR ST. JAMES'S DAY. THOUGH Sorrows rise and dangers roll I love thee, Lord! I love thee still! Though Sinai's curse, in thunder dread, Oh, by the pangs thyself hast borne, ・ By these my pangs, whose healing smart ...Thy grace hath planted in my heart; I know, I feel thy bounteous will! Thou lovest me, Lord! thou lovest me still! MICHAELMAS DAY. OH, captain of God's host, whose dreadful might Led forth to war the armed Seraphim, And from the starry height, Subdued in burning fight, Cast down that ancient dragon, dark and grim! Thine angels, Christ! we laud in solemn lays, Our elder brethren of the erystal sky, Who, 'mid thy glory's blaze, The ceaseless, anthem raise;" We celebrate their love, whose viewless wing To mortal saints to bring, Or guard the couch of slumbering infancy. But thee, the first and last, we glorify, Who, when thy world was sunk in death and sin, Not with thine hierarchy, The armies of the sky; But didst with thine own arm the battle win, Alone didst pass the dark and dismal shore Alone didst tread the wine-press, and alone, All glorious in thy gore, Didst light and life restore, Therefore, with angels and archangels, we To thy dear love our thankful chorus raise, And tune our songs to thee Who art, and ought to be, And, endless as thy mercies, sound. thy praise! IN TIMES OF DISTRESS AND OH God, that madest earth and sky, the darkness and the day, Give ear to this, thy family, and help us when we pray! For wide the waves of bitterness around our vessel roar, And heavy grows the pilot's heart to view the rocky shore! .The cross our master bore for us, for him we fain would bear, But mortal strength to weakness turns, and courage to despair! Then mercy on our failings, Lord! our sinking faith renew! And when thy sorrows visit us, oh send thy patience too! INTENDED TO BE SUNG ON OCCASION OF HIS PREACHING A SERMON FOR FROM Greenland's icy mountains,- Their land from error's chain! What though the spicy breezes The gifts of God are strown, Can we, whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high, Can we to men benighted The lamp of life deny? Salvation! oh salvation ! The joyful sound proclaim, Till each remotest nation Has learned Messiah's name! Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, It spreads from pole to pole; AN INTROIT TO BE SUNG BETWEEN THE LITANY AND COMMUNION, SERVICE. OH most merciful!« Oh most bountiful! Hear us, help us when we cry! 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 Their names are graven on the stone, Death rides on every passing breeze, Its peril every hour! Our eyes have seen the rosy light Our eyes have seen the steps of age Turn, mortal, turn! thy danger know; Where'er thy foot can tread Turn, Christian, turn! thy soul apply STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND. THOU art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb: Thy Saviour has passed through its portal before thee, And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom! Thou art gone to the grave! we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side; But the wide arms of Mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may die, for the SINLESS has died! Thou art gone to the grave! and, its mansion forsaking, Perchance thy weak spirit in fear lingered long; But the mild rays of paradise beamed. on thy waking, And the sound which thou heardst was the seraphim’s song! Thou art gone to the graye! but we will not deplore thee, Whose God was thy ransom, thy guardian and guide; He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore thee, And death has no sting, for the Saviour has died!* : The following stanzas were written as an addition to the above hymn, by an English clergyman, on hearing of the decease of the author. ON RECOVERY FROM SICKNESS. OH, Saviour of the faithful dead, With whom thy servants dwell, No more we cling to mortal clay, Nor shrink to tread the darksome way 'Twas hard from those I loved to go, Who knelt around my bed, Whose tears bedewed my burning brow, Whose arms upheld my head! As fading from my dizzy view, I sought their forms in vain, 'Twas dreadful when th' accuser's power But, Jesus! in that mortal fray, Translations of Pindar. THE FIRST OLYMPIC ODE. Can honour give to actions ill, And faith to deeds incredible;-. TO HIERO OF SYRACUSE, VICTOR IN THE HORSE And bitter blame, and praises high, RACE. CAN earth, or fire, or liquid air, Over sheep-clad Sicily Who the righteous sceptre beareth, Every flower of virtue's tree Wove in various wreath he weareth. But the bud of poesy.. Is the fairest flower of all; Which the bards, in social glée, Strew round Hiero's wealthy hall.The harp on yonder pin suspended, Seize it, boy, for Pisa's sake; And that good steed's, whose thought will wake A joy with anxious fondness blended:No sounding lash his sleek side rended ; By Alpheus' brink, with feet of flame, Self-driven, to the goal he tended: : And earned the olive wreath of fame -Well!-these are tales of mystery!- Fall truest from posterity.— But, if we dare the deeds rehearse "T were meet that in such dangerous verse A plain unvarnished lay!— To which, in after day, The dark-winged eagle's prey. And when no earthly tongue could tell Some envious neighbour's spleen, Thy mangled limbs were seen.But who shall tax, I dare not; I, The blessed gods with gluttony? Full oft the sland'rous tongue has felt By their high wrath the thunder dealt;And sure, if ever mortal head Heaven's holy watchers honoured, That head was Lydia's lord.Yet, could not mortal heart digest The wonders of that heavenly feast; Elate with pride, a thought unblest Above his nature soared. And now, condemned to endless dread,(Such is the righteous doom of fate,), eyes, above his guilty head, He The shadowy rocks' impending weight:The fourth, with that tormented three(1) In horrible society! For youthful knights thirteen Nor durst a coward's heart the strife essay! The doom of death must fall, Remote from noble strife, And all the sweet applause to valour paid?Yes!--I will dare the course! but, thou, Immortal friend, my prayer allow!" Thus, not in vain, his grief he told- He tamed the strength of Pisa's king, And, from his bride of beauteous face, |