O may my scatter’d tribe thy voice attend,
And with thy ransom’d few their voices blend:
I long to see them with their names enroll’d
Among thy people, in thine earthly fold.
O God, ’tis thine, I leave the cause with Thee,
To give them ears to hear, and eyes to see,
And hearts to feel;—apply the sprinkled blood,
And purify, and make them sons of God!
The ties of Friendship cling around my heart,
While I from much lov’d scenes am forced to part,
And leave the beauties of my native home,
With weary step, far o’er yon hills to roam.
O may I gain a seat on Zion’s hill,
Where I no more shall bid my friends farewell;
Nor mix with parting tears the morning dew,
Nor drop my pen, nor sigh my last adieu!
THE TWO HOURS’ TASK!
(A congratulatory Address to the Lambs, on their appearance in Spring.)
Welcome, little peaceful strangers,
To your fields and pastures green,
Fearless of surrounding dangers,
Since no dangers you have seen.
While the sun is on you beaming,
That you may new strength receive,
Sweet new milk is for you streaming,
That you may partake and live.
Spring, with all her charms, invites you,
Now to taste the tender blade;
Birds are singing to delight you,
Whether in the sun or shade.