SABBATH LYRICS.

BY W. GILMORE SIMMS.

GOD THE GUARDIAN.--PSALM XI.

How say ye to my soul,
As a mountain bird depart?
For the wicked bend the bow,
With the aim upon the heart.
In the Lord I put my trust--
The Great Giver of my breath--
He is mighty as he's just,
He wilt guard my soul from death.

On his holy throne he sits,
With his eye o'er all the earth;
But his shaft, that slays the vile,
Never harms the breast of worth.
The man of wrath he dooms
To the terror and the blight;
But his love the soul sustains
That walks humbly in his sight.

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LET WELL ENOUGH ALONE.

BY MRS. EMMA BALL.