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The wicked driven away in his wickedness. CAN life in them deserve the name,

Who only live to prove,
For what poor joys they can disclaim

An endless life above ?
Who much diseas'd, yet nothing feel;

Much menac'd, nothing dread;
Have wounds wbich only God can heal,

Yet never ask his aid!
Who dcem his house an useless place,

Faith, want of common sense;
And ardor in the Christian race,

A hypocrite's pretence ! If scorn of God's commands, impress'd

On word and deed, imply The better part of man unbless'd

With life that cannot die ; Such want it ;-and that want uncur'd,

Till man resigns his breath,
Speaks him a criminal, assur'd

Of everlasting death.
Sad period to a pleasant course!

Yet so will God repay
Sabbaths profan'd without remorse,

And mercy cast away.


Man fading and reviving. Isa. xl. 6-8. THE morning flowers display their sweets,

And gay their silken leaves unfold, As careless of the noon-tide heats,

As fearless of the ev’ning cold. Nipt by the wind's unkindly blast,

Parch'd by the sun's directer ray, The momentary glories waste,

The short-liy'd beauties die away. So blooms the human face divine,

When youth its pride of beauty shows : Fairer than spring the colours shine,

And sweeter than the virgin rose. Or worn by slowly rolling years,

Or broke by sickness in a day, The fading glory disappears,

The short-liv'd beauties die away. Yet these, new rising from the tomb,

With lustre brighter far shall shine; Revive with ever-during bloom,

Safe from diseases and decline. Let sickness blast, let death devour,

If heaven shall recompense our pains ; Perish the grass, and fade the flower,

If firm the word of God remains.


WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,

My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost

In wonder, love, and praise ! Thy providence my life sustain'd,

And all my wants redress’d;
When in the silent womb I lay,

And hung upon the breast.
To all my weak complaints and cries

Thy mercy lent an ear,
Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd

To form themselves in prayer.
Unnumber'd comforts to my soul

Thy tender care bestow'd, Before my infant heart conceiv'd

From whence those comforts flow'd.
When in the slipp'ry path of youth

With heedless steps I ran ;
Thine arm unseen convey'd me safe,

And led me up to man.
Through hidden dangers, toils and death,

It clear'd my dubious way; And through the pleasing snares of vice,

More to be feard than they.

O how shall words with equal warmth

The gratitude declare,
That glows within my ravish'd heart;

But thou canst read it there.


Praise to the Redeemer. BRIGHTNESS of the Father's glory,

Shall thy praise unutter'd lie?
Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence !

Sing the Lord who came to die :
Did archangels sing thy coming ?

Did the shepherds learn their lays ? Shame would cover me ungrateful,

Should my tongue refuse to praise. From the highest throne in glory,

To the cross of deepest woe; All to ransom guilty captives !

Flow my praise, for ever flow! Go, return, Almighty Saviour,

Leave thy footstool, take thy throne; Thence return and reign for ever,

Be the kingdom all thine own!

HYMN LXVI. Heavenly wisdom. Prov. viii. 10, 11, &c. O HAPPY is the man who bears

Instruction's warning voice; And who celestial wisdom makes

His early, only choice.

For she has treasures greater far,

Than east or west unfold; And her reward is more secure

Than is the gain of gold.
In her right hand she holds to view,

A length of happy years;
And in her left, the prize of fame

And honour bright appears.
She guides the young with innocence,

In pleasure's path to tread; A crown of glory she bestows

Upon the hoary head.
According as her labors rise,

So her rewards increase ;
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,

And all her paths are peace.


Invitation to praise.
AWAKE and sing the song

Of Moses and the Lamb;
Wake every heart, and ev'ry tongue,

To praise the Saviour's name,
Sing of his dying love,
Sing of his rising pow'r;
Sing how he intercedes above

For those whose sins he bore.

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