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Woman, o'er the lowly slain,
Weeping on his burial plain!
Ye that triumph, ye that sigh,
Kindred by one holy tie :
Heaven's first star alike ye see—
Lift the heart and bend the knee.

MRS. HEMANS.

89. YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND.

YE mariners of England!

That guard our native seas;

Whose flag has braved a thousand years
The battle and the breeze;

Your glorious standard launch again
To match another foe!

And sweep through the deep
While the stormy winds do blow;
While the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow.

The spirits of your fathers
Shall start from every wave!
For the deck it was their field of fame,
And ocean was their grave;
Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell,
Your manly hearts shall glow,
As ye sweep through the deep,
While the stormy winds do blow;
While the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow.

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Britannia needs no bulwark,

No towers along the steep;

Her march is o'er the mountain waves,
Her home is on the deep.
With thunders from her native oak,
She quells the floods below,
As they roar on the shore,

When the stormy winds do blow;
When the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow.
The meteor-flag of England
Shall yet terrific burn;

Till danger's troubled night depart,
And the star of peace return.
Then, then, ye ocean warriors!
Our song and feast shall flow
To the fame of your name,

When the storm hath ceased to blow;
When the fiery fight is heard no more,
And the storm has ceased to blow.

CAMPBELL.

90. THE VISIBLE CREATION.

HE God of nature and of grace
In all his works appears;

His goodness through the earth we trace,
His grandeur in the spheres.

Behold this fair and fertile globe,
By Him in wisdom plann'd;
'Twas He who girded, like a robe,
The ocean round the land.

Lift to the firmament your eye-
Thither His path pursue;
His glory, boundless as the sky,
O'erwhelms the wondering view.

The forests in His strength rejoice;
Hark! on the evening breeze,
As once of old, Jehovah's voice,
Is heard among the trees.

Here, on the hills, He feeds his herds,
His flocks in yonder plains;
His praise is warbled by the birds;
Oh! could we catch their strains,

Mount with the lark, and bear our song
Up to the gates of light!

Or, with the nightingale, prolong

Our numbers through the night!

His blessings fall in plenteous showers
Upon the lap of earth,

That teems with foliage, fruits, and flowers,
And rings with infant mirth.

If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful, beyond compare,

Will Paradise be found!

JAMES MONTGOMERY.

91. FROM GREENLAND'S ICY MOUNTAINS.

FROM Greenland's icy mountains,

From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand;
From many an ancient river,
From many a balmy plain,
They call us to deliver

Their land from error's chain.

What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft on Ceylon's isle,
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile?
In vain, with lavish kindness,
The gifts of God are strewn;
The heathen, in his blindness,

Bows down to wood and stone.

Shall we whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Shall we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! oh, salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation
Has learn'd Messiah's name.

Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,
And you, ye waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory,

It spreads from pole to pole;

Till o'er our ransom'd nature
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.

BISHOP HEBER.

92. ALL'S FOR THE BEST.

ALL'S for the best! be sanguine and cheerful;

Trouble and sorrow are friends in disguise; Nothing but folly grows faithless and fearful; Courage for ever is happy and wise: All's for the best,—if man would but know it, Providence wishes us all to be blest; This is no dream of the pundit or poet;

Heaven is gracious, and- All's for the best!

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All's for the best! set this on your standard,
Soldier of sadness, or pilgrim of love,

Who to the shores of despair may have wander'd,
A way-wearied swallow, or heart-stricken dove!
All's for the best! be a man but confiding,
Providence tenderly governs the rest;

And the frail bark of his creature is guiding
Wisely and warily, all for the best!

All's for the best! then fling away terrors;
Meet all your fears and your foes in the van;
And in the midst of your dangers or errors

Trust like a child, while you strive like a man:

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