And we, where'er our lot is cast, NOEL. A FRIEND DEPARTED. THOU art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee; Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb, The SAVIOUR has passed through its portals before thee; And the lamp of His love was thy guide through the gloom. Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer behold thee, Thou art gone to the grave; and its mansion forsaking, And the song which thou heard'st was the seraphim's song. Thou art gone to the grave; but 'twere wrong to deplore thee, When GOD was thy ransom, thy guardian, thy guide: He gave thee, He took thee, and soon will restore thee, Where death hath no sting, since the SAVIOUR has died. BISHOP HEBER. JESUS DIED. WITH erring heart I went astray Offended at the sudden sound, But still the voice was heard around, Then Justice crossed my path, and stood "Come forth, thou traitor to the LORD," Trembling I spake; but Justice seemed MOGRIDGE. RACHEL WEEPING. WEEP, weep not o'er thy children's tomb, Infants of death! the murderer's knife Though evil were their days and few, He knows them whom they never knew, Then weep not o'er thy children's tomb, O, Rachel, weep not so: The bud is cropt by martyrdom; The flower in Heaven shall blow. BISHOP HEBER. THE STAR FROM THE EAST. BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining, Maker, and Monarch, and SAVIOUR of all. Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion, Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gold would His favour secure; Richer by far is the heart's adoration, Dearer to GOD are the prayers of the poor. Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our Infant REDEEMER is laid. BISHOP HEBER. LOOKING UNTO JESUS. IN evil long I took delight, I saw ONE hanging on a tree, Who fixed His languid eyes on me, Oh! never, till my latest breath, It seemed to charge me with His death, My conscience felt and owned the guilt, I saw my sins His blood had spilt, Alas! I knew not what I did, A second look He gave, which said, I freely all forgive; My blood is for thy ransom paid; I die that thou may'st live. |