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Who wast, and art,
Nor time shall see
"Great are thy works of praise,
And all below,
"Who shall not fear thee, Lord,
And magnify thy name? Thy judgments, sent abroad,
Thy holiness proclaim.
Nations shall throng
From every shore,
In one loud song."
While thus the powers on high
Their swelling chorus raise,
Let earth and man reply,
And echo back the praise;
His glory own,
First, last, and best,
God ever blest,
And God alone.
CLASS MEETING, AUGUST 25, 1813.
Tune, SANDY And Jenny.
COME, classmates and friends, as ye mingle once more,
Return from your wanderings on life's weary main,
The world we have seen is cold, wayward, and strange; It asks all our time, and gives little exchange:
Then gladly we cast all its troubles away,
And welcome the meeting of friendship to-day.
Smooth down the rough wrinkles of care on your brow;
Has your lot, since we parted, been sad and distressed?
And pillow your bosom on friendship to-day.
But if Fortune has clothed in her brightness your head, And sunshine and flowers decked the path that you tread,
Then bring your bright garlands, your treasures display, To gladden the meeting of friendship to-day.
How oft have we crowded this table around,
And the taste of the wine, from this goblet of love,
our joy, and our pride!
Then pledge Alma-Mater-
Our warmest affections we ever will pay,
And live to her honor:- we pledge it to-day.
HYMN FOR EASTER.
There is a very animated air and chorus, which I have heard sung with great delight, adapted to a triumphant song on the overthrow of the Egyptians
"Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea!
Jehovah hath triumphed! his people are free!"
The following lines, to the same tune, are more suitable to
LIFT your loud voices in triumph on high,
Loud was the chorus of angels on high-
Glory to God, in full anthems of joy!
Sad were the life we must part with to-morrow,
If tears were our birthright, and death were our end; But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of sorrow,
And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend.
Lift, then, your voices in triumph on high,
PRONOUNCED AT CAMBRIDGE, FEBRUARY 23, 1815, AT THE
CELEBRATION OF PEACE
UNITED STATES AND GREAT BRITAIN.
ONCE more we meet in peace; the storm has passed,