When soul and body both are free,
How swift will pass the days!
The sun our cheerful work shall see,
The night our pray'r and praise.

CHORUS OF CINGALESE.

O give us Sabat's precious Tree,
We join with one accord;
We'll show that we indeed are free,
Because we serve the Lord.

O give us Sabat's holy Book,
With transport we will read;

There we shall see, whene'er we look,
God's freeman's free indeed.

SABAT.

The twelfth of August then shall be

By us forgotten never;

From this bless'd period we are free,

For ever, and for ever.

CHORUS.

Bless the day that sets us free!

Hail the Morn of Liberty!

MISCELLANEOUS PIECES.

VOL. II.

D

TIME:

A HINT FOR THE NEW YEAR.

WHEN will our thoughtless race grow wise,
Nor spurn the very thing they prize?
Look where we will, we still shall find
How inconsistent is mankind.

With sense our conduct is at strife;
Why lavish Time, yet cling to Life?
The rich material throw away,
Yet dread to shorten life one day!

Since no repentance can restore
The hours we squander o'er and o'er,
O seize the evanescent Now;

No more may Heaven and Death allow !

The soul to endless woes consign'd,
Mourns not the goods she left behind ;
She mourns, with grief's acutest powers,
Her wasted days, her murder'd hours!

With zeal, with energy sublime,
Mark how the SAVIOUR valued time!
The work of centuries appears
Crowded within His three short years.

His great SALVATION while you view,
O look at his EXAMPLE too!