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I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAY.
JOB vii. 16.
I WOULD not live alway: 'tis said in the hour When pleasure hath sated, or sorrow opprest: The heart scarcely knowing what thing hath the
To yield what it seeketh, yet seeketh for rest.
I would not live alway: 'tis said in the night
And yet he looks hopelessly onward to morn.
I would not live alway: O listen, ye gay!
And listen, ye victims of sorrow and pain! 'Tis the calm voice of faith and of love which can
I am happy in Christ, yet to die will be gain.
Would ye too as peacefully rest in the Lord?
Oh, call ye upon Him while yet He is nigh! Confess Him, adore Him, confide in His word: It will then be a blessing to live or to die.
To live will be alway to love Him below,
To love Him, and see Him for ever in heaven.
"He bowed the heavens also, and came down and darkness was under his feet. The Lord also thundered in the heavens, and the Highest gave his voice."-Psalm xviii. 9, 13.
HEAR ye the thunder pealing through the sky,
Speaking, though solemnly, a Father's love!
That mighty voice denotes an arm Almighty near.
An arm engaged to bless them and defend,
And guide them safely on their heavenward
Nor leave them ever, till their journey end
Before whose brightness even the forked gleam,
Of noon, were lost; as are the stars of night, When rises day's bright Lord with his surpassing
How blest the gospel promise from the skies! Which, while it sheds a hue on every flower, And decks each lovely scene with lovelier dyes,
As the bright bow adorns the welcome shower, Can soften nature in her sternest form,
And robe with beauty even the thunder-storm;
Can thrill the stoutest heart, if godless, with
A louder voice, and one more dread, is nigh!
A gleam more vivid than the lightning's glare Shall flash ere long on every mortal eye,
And speak the Lord of glory "in the air! Oh! if thou dread the pealing tempest now, Let its great voice awake thee !-humbly bow Before the boundless power that it tells,
Ere on thy startled ear the last loud trumpet swells!
Hear, while the thunder rolls above thine head,
But, hark! the peal hath ceased-a still small sound
Breathes through the air, and would thine ear
"Come trembler unto me, and I will give thee rest."