What shall I do to spread Thy praise, And thro' a blest eternity I'll raise a humble song to Thee, Oh hasten on the happy day; My thoughts with vast delight shall rove A most divine employ ; In Thee alone th' enlarged mind A BIRTH-DAY HYMN. I MY Ebenezer raise To my kind Redeemer's praise; As my years successive roll, May my constant study be, Still to glorify Thy name. What may be my future lot, What Thy will ordains is best. Guard me, Saviour, by Thy power, On Thy bounty I rely, That shall all my wants supply; Why should doubts my faith assail? Never will Thy promise fail. Let my few remaining days Be directed to Thy praise; So the last, the closing scene Shall be tranquil and serene. To Thy will I leave the rest : Grant me but this one request,Both in life and death to prove Tokens of Thy special love. MRS. ANNE FLOWERDEW. MRS. ANNE FLOWERDEW published by subscription, in 1803, a duodecimo volume, entitled "Poems on Moral and Religious Subjects." This work reached a second edition in 1804. In 1811, the volume was re-issued, with the addition of the "Harvest Hymn," which we have subjoined. Mrs. Flowerdew kept a boarding and educational establishment for young ladies, first at Islington, and afterwards at Bury St. Edmunds. In the preface to the first edition she writes, "The poems which are now presented to the public eye were written at different periods of life; some, indeed, at a very early age, and others under the severe pressure of misfortune, when my pen has frequently given that relief which could not be derived from other employments." HARVEST HYMN. FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love! When, in the bosom of the earth, The sower hid the grain, Thy goodness mark'd its secret birth, And sent the early rain. The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was Thine: The plants in beauty grew ; Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shine, And mild, refreshing dew. These various mercies from above Seed-time and harvest, Lord, alone Let him not then forget to own Fountain of love! our praise is Thine; And all created nature join In sweet, harmonious praise. CHARLES LAWRENCE FORD. CHARLES LAWRENCE FORD is the son of a distinguished artist in Bath. He was educated at Bath, and is B.A. of the University of London. Six hymns, from his pen, are inserted in the "Lya Anglicana," edited by the Rev. Robert H. Baynes. He has also contributed to Mr. Baynes' collection of "English Lyrics." MARAH.* Exodus xv. 23. GOD sends us bitter, that the sweet, as cold for heat Brings greater love. God sends us bitter, as to show He can both sweet and bitter send; He sends us bitter, lest too gay We wreathe around our heads the rose, God sends us bitter, lest we fail In His own eyes. God sends us bitter, all our sins The path that bitterness begins In sweetness ends. He sends us bitter, that heaven's sweet, For that great waste. *English Lyrics." London, 1865, 8vo. 232 Our passions murmur and rebel, For if our heart the lesson draws Aright, by bitter chastening taught, He openeth our eyes to see (Eyes that our pride of heart had sealed), The sweetness of life's heavenly tree, And grief is healed; And lo before us in the way We view the fountains and the palms, And drink, and pitch our tents, and stay Singing sweet psalms. STRENGTH IN WEAKNESS.* FATHER, for Thy kindest word As a father, bending low, Listens to a lisping child, So to me Thy pity show, By the world and sin beguiled; Yet remember I am dust. Spare me, Thou who lov'st to spare! Gently on me lay Thy hand; From "Lyra Anglicana." London, 1865, 8vo. |