A MORNING HYMN. By the Rev. John Ewart. "Father of all, to thee I'll raise, Can raise me up, or make me stand. Which still around me seems to shine. And yet thy goodness ever nigh. To lead my soul the road to heaven, And firm, yet humble, seek the road, With strength which only comes from God. Let pious hope cheer every day. The greatest joy to mankind given Must flow from frequent thoughts of heaven: O! let me feel thy power divine, And every anxious care resign." THE MELANCHOLY MAN. To a Friend. "To me, alas! what boots the light of heaven, While still new miseries mark my destin'd wayWhether to my unhappy lot be given, Death's long sad night, or life's short busy day? To me the scene is dark, yet I rejoice When chance some brighter, happier, hopes presents; Though not such change awaits my luckless choice, Still disappointment governs all events, And mountains rise between my hopes and me. If e'er one gleam of comfort glads my soul, If e'er my brow to wonted smiles unbend, "Tis when the fleeting minutes, as they roll, Can add one gleam of pleasure to my friend. Long has my bark in rudest tempests toss'd, And when that hour shall come (as come it must), Then may my friend weep o'er the funeral hearse, Then may his presence gild the awful gloom, And his last kindness be some mournful verse, To mark the spot that holds my silent tomb. This, and no more- -the rest let heaven provide, To which resigned I trust my weal or woe, Assured, howe'er Omnipotence decide, To find nought worse than I have left below." Such were the verses of Gay the poet, who wrote the excellent "Fables," also "The Beggar's Opera," &c. He was Gay by name, and gay by nature, and by habits of life. Yet the genuine innate principles of piety had not been planted in his memory and his heart in early life; above all, he had not been taught at that period to read the Gospel of Christ. The Bible is the true medicine to cure melancholy, and to teach the heart that nothing is produced by chance. SONNET CHRETIEN. PAR MONSIEUR BARREUX, (A very respectable French author.) "Grand Dieu! tes jugemens sont remplis d'équité, Et ta clémence même attend que je périsse. Offence toi des pleurs qui coulent de mes yeux; Mais, dessus quel endroit tombera ton tonnerre, Qui ne soit tout couvert du sang de Jésus Christ." No one can fail to observe how very inferior are the style and feelings expressed in these verses, compared with the vein of ardent and enlightened piety which we find in the beautiful hymns of Dr. Watts, Judge Hale, Addison, Thomson, and Milton. In them we see the heart of man elevated by the most exalted sense of the goodness, power, wisdom, and mercy of God, void of all self-importance and egotism, so obvious, in general, in all the French writers on Religion, Fenelon excepted. The pomp and external splendour of the ceremonials and rites of the Popish Religion (wherein the heart and head have little concern) have, perhaps, created or increased vain glory in the addresses to the Almighty in the writers of France and Italy. The Protestant Religion is, by the pure and genuine spirit of the Gospel, made manifest by the Divine wisdom of Christ, full of patience, humility, and kindness, free from vain glory, and from all dark, gloomy, melancholy ideas. The first miracle of our Saviour was to turn the water into wine at the marriage at Cana, in Galilee'. He fed the people who were hungry in the wilderness; he healed the sick, and those severe nervous diseases by which both body and mind are greatly disordered. Travellers who have visited Jerusalem have written of the many nervous diseases which prevail there. The whole spirit of the Christian Religion is full of mercy, charity, and confidence in the goodness of God, if mankind are desirous of preventing sin from getting dominion over them, to destroy their happiness for ever. 1 |