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Oh, seize this solemn interval of calm !
Two voices call-two pages are unrolled:
That thou might'st freely take-Oh! hear, and
While mercy warns, invites, and would forgive!
"Now I Paul myself beseech you by the meekness and gentleness of Christ."-2 Cor. x. 1.
A gentle lamb doth image Him who came
As ye in spirit and in truth would prove
THE RACE SET BEFORE US.
"Let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race which is set before us, looking unto Jesus, the Author and Finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him, endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God."-Heb. xii. 1, 2.
LITTLE they know, I ween, the Christian race, Who deem the eternal prize with ease is won : Their feet are rather in the eager chase
For bright but withering crowns of earth-they
For flowery wreaths, which, if they once embrace,
They have not tried themselves the narrow course, With many watching them, but few to cheer; And where their sudden fall would be the source
To godless men around of heartless jeer; Unconscious of their bosom's keen remorse,
And reckless of their secret prayer and tearAh! no-they run amidst a gazing crowd That ever cheer them on, and often shout aloud.
True Christian hearts can scarce be so deceived: They know the prize is precious, and the toil To win it great, even though oft relieved
With consciousness of high approving smile ;And much they mourn to think how they have grieved
The heavenly dweller in their breast the while He urged them onward to the destined goal, And strengthened for the task their weary fainting
The prize is precious!-oh, that every heart
Of soaring oft, this poor earth left behind,
And tenderest skill the broken heart to bind! One look of faith in yonder peaceful home Would chase the bitter tear, and gladness give for
We do not soar enough-we creep below;
What heaven holds out above for mortal aim: Content to hear that fruits immortal grow,
Our wishes are but weak, our efforts tameOh! would we learn to rise, our fall* might teach, 'Tis through the gazing eye the bosom pants to reach.
*"And when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was pleasant to the eyes, and a tree to be desired to make one wise, she took of the fruit thereof, and did eat."Gen. iii. 6.