Emblem of that happy infant
Which was born the other day,
But before it knew bereavement,
From the earth was call’d away.
Call’d to more delightful regions,
Ere he learn’d his mother tongue,
There to speak a purer language,
There to sing a sweeter song.
On his Lord to wait attendant,
And to sing redeeming love,
Seated on a throne resplendent,
In a brighter world above.
Cheerful lambs around us caper,
Woodland songsters hail the morn;
But frail man is doom’d to labour,
Weep, and sweat, and sigh, and mourn.
Yet there is a higher station,
Man is born for nobler joys,
If he seeks and finds salvation,
He shall sing above the skies.
Though he be a fallen creature,
Subject here to droop and die,
The “Lamb of God” can change his nature,
And take all his sins away!
THE COUNTRY BLUNDER!
Some lines which I have lately penn’d
May prove a caution to a friend;
Indeed as such they are intended,
And to my friends are recommended.
But some, though caution’d night and morn,
Will not take heed, howe’er we warn,
But still to make their neighbours fun,
Will obstinately blunder on.