348 THE HARP OF PITCAIIiN. 
2. 
My Brother! how grateful that sound 
When sorrow preys deep on the heart ; 
When malice and discord abound, 
What balm can a. brother impart ! 
A tender, unchangeable friend, 
On whose bosom 'tis sweet to recline, 
Ever prompt to assist or defend ; 
Such a Friend, such a Brother is mine. 
3, 
My Saviour! Thrice-glorious name! 
But who of the children of men 
The wondrous appointment may claim ? 
Or who can the title sustain ? 
Immanuel, Jesus, alone 
Doth fulness and fitness combine, 
He only for sin can atone, 
And He is my Saviour, e'eii mine. 
4. 
My God ! what a mystery is this ; 
Jehovah appears as a man ! 
Truth, wisdom, grace, mercy, and peace, 
Devised the inscrutable plan ; 
He came to redeem us from hell, 
He died to effect his design, 
He reigns where the glorified dwell, 
And he is my God, ever mine. 
5. 
Then what upon earth need I fear ? 
My Brother 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.25i', Long. 130 8'. 
