Fair are the lakes in the land I love,.
Where pine and heather grow,
But thou hast loveliness far above
What Nature can bestow.

It is not that the wild gazelle
Comes down to drink thy tide,

But he that was pierced to save from hell
Oft wandered by thy side.

It is not that the fig-tree grows,
And palms, in thy soft air,

But that Sharon's fair and bleeding rose
Once spread its fragrance there.

Graceful around thee the mountains meet,
Thou calm reposing sea;

But ah, far more! the beautiful feet
Of Jesus walked o'er thee.

These days are past-Bethsaida, where?
Chorazin, where art thou?

His tent the wild Arab pitches there,
The wild reeds shade thy brow.

Tell me, ye mouldering fragments, tell,
Was the Saviour's city here?
Lifted to heaven, has it sunk to hell,
With none to shed a tear?

Ah! would my flock from thee might learn
How days of grace will flee;

How all an offered Christ who spurn,

Shall mourn at last, like thee.

And was it beside this very sea
The new-risen Saviour said
Three times to Simon, "Lovest thou me ?
My lambs and sheep then feed."

O Saviour! gone to God's right hand!
Yet the same Saviour still,

Graved on thy heart is this lovely strand
And every fragrant hill.

Oh! give me, Lord, by this sacred wave,
Threefold thy love divine,

That I may feed, till I find my grave,
Thy flock-both thine and mine.

Sea of Galilee, 16th July, 1839.

When first the Saviour wakened me,
And showed me why he died,
He pointed o'er life's narrow sea,
And said, "To yonder side."

"I am the ark where Noah dwelt,
And heard the deluge roar-
No soul can perish that has felt
My rest-To yonder shore."

Peaceful and calm the tide of life
When first I sailed with thee-
My sins forgiven-no inward strife-
My breast a glassy sea.

But soon the storm of passion raves-
My soul is tempest tossed-
Corruptions rise, like angry waves,
"Help, master, I am lost!"

"Peace! peace! be still thou raging breast,
My fulness is for thee".
The Saviour speaks, and all is rest,

Like the waves of Galilee.

And now I feel this holy eye
Upbraids my heart of pride-
"Why raise this unbelieving cry?
I said, To yonder side."

Begun at the Lake of Galilee, 15th July, 1839.

11. ON THE MEDITERRANEAN SEA IN THE BAY OF CARMEL.

O Lord, this swelling, tideless sea,
Is like thy love in Christ to me;

The ceaseless waves that fill the bay

Through flinty rocks have worn their way,

And thy unceasing love alone

Hath broken through this heart of stone.

The countless smile that gilds the deep

When sunbeams on the water sleep,

Suffer me, my earthly father,
At his pierced feet to fall;
Why forbid me? help me, rather;
Jesus is my all in all.

Suffer me to run unto him;

Gentle sisters come with me;
Oh that all I love but knew him,
Then my home a heaven would be.

Loving playmates, gay and smiling,
Bid me not forsake the cross;
Hard to bear is your reviling,
Yet for Jesus all is dross.

Yes, though all the world have chid me,
Father, mother, sister, friend-

Jesus never will forbid me!

Jesus loves me to the end!

Gentle Shepherd, on thy shoulder
Carry me, a sinful lamb ;

Give me faith, and make me bolder
Till with thee in heaven I am.

July, 1841.

VOL. I.

13. OIL IN THE LAMP

FOR A SABBATH CLASS.

MATT. XXV. 1-13.

Ten virgins clothed in white,
The Bridegroom went to meet;
Their lamps were burning bright
To guide his welcome feet.

Five of the band were wise

Their lamps with oil filled high;

The rest this care despise,

And take their vessels dry.

Long time the Lord abode

Down came the shades of night

The weary virgins nod,

And then they sleep outright.

At midnight came the cry
Upon their startled ear-
Behold the Bridegroom nigh,
To light his steps appear.

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