Shall be baptized in Jordan's flood,
And wash'd in Jesus' cleansing blood.

VII.

Then pure, immortal, sinless, freed,
We through the Lamb shall be decreed;
Shall meet the Father face to face,

And need no more a hiding-place.

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.

A HYMN

FOR FAMILY WORSHIP.

I.

O LORD, another day is flown,

And we, a lonely band,

Are met once more before thy throne,
To bless thy fostering hand.

II.

And wilt thou bend a listening ear,

To praises low as ours?

Thou wilt! for Thou dost love to hear

The song which meekness pours.

III.

And, Jesus, thou thy smiles will deign,

As we before thee pray;

For thou didst bless the infant train,

And we are less than they.

IV.

O let thy grace perform its part,
And let contention cease;
And shed abroad in every heart
Thine everlasting peace!

V.

Thus chasten'd, cleansed, entirely thine,

A flock by Jesus led;

The Sun of Holiness shall shine,

In glory on our head.

VI.

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.

I.

WHEN marshall'd on the nightly plain,
The glittering host bestud the sky;
One star alone, of all the train,

Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.

II.

Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,
From every host, from every gem;
But one alone the Saviour speaks,
It is the Star of Bethlehem.

III.

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.

IV.

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.

ས.

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.

VI.

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!

A HYMN.

O LORD, my God, in mercy turn,
In mercy hear a sinner mourn!
To thee I call, to thee I cry,
O leave me, leave me not to die!

I strove against thee, Lord, I know,
I spurn'd thy grace, I mock'd thy law;
The hour is past-the day's gone by,
And I am left alone to die.

O pleasures past, what are ye now
But thorns about my bleeding brow!
Spectres that hover round my brain,
And aggravate and mock my pain.

For pleasure I have given my soul;
Now, Justice, let thy thunders roll!
Now Vengeance smile-and with a blow,
Lay the rebellious ingrate low.

Yet, Jesus, Jesus! there I'll cling,
I'll crowd beneath his sheltering wing;
I'll clasp the cross, and holding there,
Even me, oh bliss!—his wrath may spare.

MELODY.

Inserted in a Collection of Selected and Original Songs, published by the Rev. J. Plumptre, of Clare Hall, Cambridge.

I.

YES, once more that dying strain,
Anna, touch thy lute for me;
Sweet, when Pity's tones complain,
Doubly sweet is melody.

II.

While the Virtues thus enweave

Mildly soft the thrilling song,
Winter's long and lonesome eve
Glides unfelt, unseen, along.

III.

Thus when life hath stolen away,

And the wintry night is near,
Thus shall Virtue's friendly ray
Age's closing evening cheer.