No evil beast may pass that way, For still they see beyond them far Lo, now the sounds of harping rare Beyond earth's changeful fashioning, Oh, thither fain my feet would go ; Until, as fades across the bay The moon's broad track at break of day, J. M. NEALE. SAFE Home ! Safe home in port! Rent cordage, shattered deck, Torn sails, provisions short, And only not a wreck. But oh! the joy upon that shore The prize, the prize secure! But who will count the perils gone The lamb is in the fold! And thought to make an end, But One came by with wounded side,- The exile is at home! Oh nights and days of fears Oh longings not to roam, Oh sins and doubts and tears! . O happy, happy Bride! * A little while, B. M. A little while, and we shall stand without THOU HOU wilt shew me the path of life; in Thy presence is fulness of joy; at Thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore. Psalm xvi. II. Lynch, Rev. T. T., 94. Lyra Anglicana (from the), 117, Spicker, C. W., 177, 187, 327. 198, 237. Suckling, R. A., 136. MAC DONALD, George, 104, Swinny, Rev. H. H., 345. SEWELL, Elizabeth M., 118, Williams, Rev. Isaac, 66, 202, 144, 147. Skeffington, S. W., 59, 87. 300. Williams, Sarah, 250. PRINTED BY T. AND A. CONSTABLE, PRINTERS TO HER MAJESTY, AT THE EDINBURGH UNIVERSITY PRESS. |