298 THE HARP OF PITCAIRN. 
5. 
Then what upon earth need I fear ? 
My Brothet partakes my distress, 
My Saviour attends to my prayer, 
My God deigns to pardon and bless. 
Through life as I journey along, 
Sustained by thy staff and thy rod, 
Thy love shall give life to my song, 
My Brother, my Saviour, my God. 
Pitcairn's Island, South Pacific Ocean, 
Lat. 25 4', Long. 130 8'. 
THE ANGELS' LAMENT. 
CONTRASTED WITH LUKE xv. 10. 
1. 
ENSLAV'D by sin, in league with hell, 
Prompt to obey, should Satan call, 
Thine own deceivings please thee well ;- 
Opprest, yet held in willing thrall : 
The gall of bitterness is thine, 
Still dost thou not thy state discern, 
Though more degraded than the swine, 
Thou wilt not to thy home return. 
The Crown is fallen from thy head, 
The gold of Ophir, oh how dim ! 
Burning appears in beauty's stead, 
And all thy garb in wretched trim. 
Alas, alas ! how art thou changed, 
Yet angels thy rebellion mourn ; 
Though from thy Saviour- God estranged, 
He still invites thee to return. 
