THE DWELLING-PLACE OF GOD.

August 17, 1813.

GOD dwells in heaven: he rules above,

In everlasting might,

Beyond where stars their courses move,
In uncreated light.

God dwells in hell: his vengeance there
Gleams through the black abode;
The realms of anguish and despair
Confess the present God.

God dwells on earth; and all around
We view his wondrous power;
His terrors in the thunder sound,
His mercies in the shower.

When man erects a house of prayer,
There God resides within,
To witness every feeling there,

And pardon every sin.

But most of all the Lord resides

Within an humble mind;

The worth that modest merit hides

His grace is sure to find.

By pious men he may be found,

And every where adored; Where'er they tread is holy ground, A temple to the Lord.

O, let me find thee every where —
Around me, and within!

Be every day a day of prayer,
And pure from every sin.

HYMN,

ON REVELATION IV. 2, 3; XV. 3.

1823.

AROUND the throne of God
The host angelic throngs;
They spread their palms abroad,
And shout perpetual songs.
Him first they own,
Him last and best;
God ever blest,
And God alone.

Their golden crowns they fling
Before his throne of light,
And strike the rapturous string,
Unceasing, day and night:
"Earth, heaven, and sea,
Thy praise declare;
For thine they are,

And thine shall be.

"O holy, holy Lord,

Creation's sovereign King!

Thy majesty adored

Let all creation sing;

Who wast, and art,
And art to be;

Nor time shall see
Thy sway depart.

"Great are thy works of praise,
O God of boundless might!
All just and true thy ways,
Thou King of saints, in light!
Let all above,

And all below,
Conspire to show
Thy power and love.

"Who shall not fear thee, Lord,

And magnify thy name? Thy judgments, sent abroad,

Thy holiness proclaim.

Nations shall throng
From every shore,

And all adore

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.

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SONG.

CLASS MEETING, AUGUST 25, 1813.

Tune, SANDY AND JENNY.

COME, classmates and friends, as ye mingle once more,
Renew all the feelings so oft felt before;

Return from your wanderings on life's weary main,
And join the glad circle of friendship again.

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;
From your eye dash the tear-drop of bitterness now;
Every cloud from the spirits be barrished away,
And joy gild the moment of meeting to-day.

Has your lot, since we parted, been sad and distressed?
Has your eye lost its lustre, your bosom its rest?
You here shall rekindle its happiest ray,

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,