PRAYERS. 1. LORD! behold my sad condition! I have err'd and gone astray. And conduct me in thy way. 2. My Heav'nly Father and my Friend, In tender mercy condescend, And hear me while I pray; To me incline thy gracious ear, And from a sinner's humble pray'r, Turn not thy face away. While I thy sacred Throne address, With shame and sorrow I confess, A wicked life I've led; For oh! in thought and word and deed, My sins in number far exceed The hairs upon my head. 3. FATHER of mercy, truth, and love, Incline thy gracious ear, From thy celestial throne above, And hear my humble pray'r. A wand'ring sheep stray'd from the fold, O'er barren wastes and dry, Pining thro' hunger, thirst, and cold. That wand'ring sheep, am I. A slave to vanity and pride, Bent by my stubborn will, The latent good I cast aside, And grasp the specious ill. From thy just ways, tho' full in view, A heedless race I run, Still eagerly the wrong pursue, And leave the right undone. Why have I thus ungrateful been, When thou to me hast always been How long shall I thus vainly spurn Thy sacred laws away: Nor once determine to return, Thy precepts to obey? Stretch out thine arm, my footsteps stay, Unbend my stubborn will, That I, in due obedience, may Thy righteous law fulfil. Reform my thoughts and let me find Thy wonted clemency: As thou art merciful and kind, Be merciful to me. Then shall my ev'ry study be, My future life to improve: And my glad song ascend to thee, ON THE DEATH OF A DAUGHTER. Он, Mary Mary! quickly snatch'd away! A flower wither'd in the bloom of May! I am determin❜d for thy sake to save. O Mary all thy faults are buried quite : (For what is never giv'n we can't enjoy.) This one great truth let none on earth deny, The pensive bosom always finds employ; But reason still should be our guiding star, Heav'n must be right to call thee thus away, EPITAPHS. 1. THO' no proud sculpture decorates my tomb, My humble boon, ye great! do not deny. 'Tis only this-that you afford me room Here on my mother's lap in peace to lie. Alike she gave us birth: which made me claim A free admittance to this humble bed. Life's scenes are past and vanish'd like a dream.My work is finish'd and my debt is paid. |