GO, LET ME WEEP. Air.-STEVENson. I. Go, let me weep! there's bliss in tears, When he who sheds them inly feels Some lingering stain of early years Effaced by every drop that steals. The fruitless showers of worldly woe Fall dark to earth and never rise; While tears that from repentance flow, In bright exhalement reach the skies. Go, let me weep! there's bliss in tears, When he who sheds them inly feels Some lingering stain of early years Effaced by every drop that steals. II. Leave me to sigh o'er hours that flew The heart, where pure repentance grieves O'er hours of pleasure, loved too well! More idly than the summer's wind, But left no trace of sweets behind. COME NOT, OH LORD ! Air.-HAYDN. I. Come not, ob LORD! in the dread robe of splendour Thou worest on the Mount, in the day of thine ire ; Come veil'd in those shadows, deep, awful, but tender, Which Mercy flings over thy features of fire ! II. LORD! thou rememb’rest the night, when thy Nation* Stood fronting her Foe by the red-rolling stream; * “ And it came between the camp of the Egyptians and the camp of Israel; and it was a cloud and darkness to them, On Egypt * thy pillar frown'd dark desolation, While Israel bask'd all the night in its beam. III. So, when the dread clouds of anger enfold Thee, From us, in thy mercy, the dark side remove; While shrouded in terrors the guilty behold Thee, Oh! turn upon us the mild light of thy Love! WERE NOT THE SINFUL MARY'S TEARS. Air.-STEVENSON. I. WERE not the sinful Mary's tears An offering worthy Heaven, When, o'er the faults of former years, but it gave light by night to these."-Exod. xiv. 20. My application of this passage is borrowed from some late prosewriter, whose name I am ungrateful enough to forget. * Instead of "On Egypt” here, it will suit the music better to sing "On these;" and in the third line of the next verse, "While shrouded" may, with the same view, be altered to "While wrapp'd." II. When, bringing every balmy sweet She o'er her SAVIOUR'S hallow'd feet III. And wiped them with that golden hair, Though now those gems of grief were there Which shine for GoD alone! IV. Were not those sweets, so humbly shed,— Heaven's noblest sacrifice? V. Thou, that hast slept in error's sleep, Like MARY kneel, like MARY weep, * "Her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much."-St. Luke vii. 47. AS DOWN IN THE SUNLESS RETREATS. Air.-HAYDN. I. As down in the sunless retreats of the Ocean, Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, So, deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion, Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee, My God! silent to Thee Pure, warm, silent to Thee : So, deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion, Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee! II. As still to the star of its worship, though clouded, The needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea, So, dark as I roam, in this wintry world shrouded, The hope of my spirit turns trembling to Thee, My God! trembling to Thee True, fond, trembling to Thee : So, dark as I roam, in this wintry world shrouded, The hope of my spirit turns trembling to Thee ! |