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Shall be baptized in Jordan's flood,
Then pure, immortal, sinless, freed,
The last stanza of this hymn was added extemporaneously, by Henry, one summer evening, when he was with a few friends on the Trent, and singing it as he was used to do on such occasions.
FOR FAMILY WORSHIP.
O LORD, another day is flown,
And we, a lonely band,
To bless thy fostering hand.
And wilt thou bend a listening ear,
To praises low as ours?
The song which meekness pours.
And, Jesus, thou thy smiles will deign,
As we before thee pray ;
And we are less than they.
O let thy grace perform its part,
And let contention cease; And shed abroad in every heart
Thine everlasting peace !
Thus chasten'd, cleansed, entirely thine,
A flock by Jesus led;
In glory on our head.
And thou will turn our wandering feet,
And thou wilt bless our way; Till worlds shall fade, and faith shall greet
The dawn of lasting day.
THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM.
The glittering host bestud the sky;
Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.
Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,
From every host, from every gem;
It is the Star of Bethlehem.
Once on the raging seas I rode,
The storm was loud,—the night was dark, The ocean yawn'd—and rudely blow'd
The wind that toss'd my foundering bark.
Deep horror then my vitals froze,
Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem; When suddenly a star arose,
It was the Star of Bethlehem.
It was my guide, my light, my all,
It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storm and dangers' thrall,
It led me to the port of peace.
Now safely moord—my perils o'er,
I'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever and for evermore,
The star !—The Star of Bethlehem!
O LORD, my God, in mercy turn,
I strove against thee, Lord, I know,
O pleasures past, what are ye now
For pleasure I have given my soul;
Yet, Jesus, Jesus ! there I'll cling,
Inserted in a Collection of Selected and Original Songs,
published by the Rev. J. Plumptre, of Clare Hall, Cambridge.
Yes, once more that dying strain,
Anna, touch thy lute for me;
Doubly sweet is melody.
While the Virtues thus enweave
Mildly soft the thrilling song,
Glides unfelt, unseen, along.
Thus when life hath stolen away,
And the wintry night is near,
Age's closing evening cheer.