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Rock'd in the cradle of the deep,
Round about and round about,
Round the Lord in glory seated,
Rock of ages, cleft for me,

Say, watchman, what of the night?
Say, where may peace be found,
Saviour, when in dust to Thee,
See, the ransom'd millions stand,
See the leaves around us falling,
Send down Thy winged angel, God,
Sire of the universe !-and me,

Since first Thy word awaked my heart,
Since our country, our God, O my sire,
Silence without, and calm within the dwelling,
Sleep baby, sleep! what ails my dear,
Soaring nd singing, bird of the day,
Soon-and for ever!

Some murmur when the sky is clear,
Sovereign Ruler of the skies,.
Songs of praise the angels sang,

Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea,
Soft slumbers now mine eyes forsake,
Sometimes I catch sweet glimpses of His face,
Speak gently! it is better far,

Star of morn and even,

Strew his early grave with flowers,
Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear,
Summer is a glorious season,

Sweet Robin, I have heard them say,

Take them, O Death! and bear away,
Take your Bible with you, dear one,
Tell me, O mother! if I should store,

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Ten thousand thousand years, mankind may sway,

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Tell me not in mournful numbers,

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The air of death breathes through our souls,

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The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
The bird let loose in eastern skies,

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The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,

There was hope in the ark at the dawn of the day,
There is a reaper whose name is Death,
There is a bleak desert, where daylight grows weary,

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There is no flock, however watch'd and tended,
They tell me, dear father, each gem in the sky,
They tell us that the deep sea hath,

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Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee,
Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie,

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Trust in the Lord in sorrow's hour,.
Two angels, one of Life and one of Death,
'Twas a lovely thought to mark the hours, .

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We sate down and wept by the waters,

We watch'd her breathing through the night,

What are these in bright array,

What are the wild waves saying,

What hid'st thou in thy treasure-caves and cells,

What though my harp and viol be,

When at Thy footstool, Lord, I bend,

When gathering clouds around I view,

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When God of old came down from heaven,.
When Israel, of the Lord beloved,

When in thy bosom the wrath has been kindled,

When Jesus left His Father's throne,
When Lazarus left his charnel cave,

Why am I loath to leave this earthly scene?

Ballantyne, Roberts, and Co., Printers, Edinburgh.

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