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2 Thy love the pow'r of thought bestow'd,
To thee my thoughts would soar:
Thy ruling hand I see!
Because conferr'd by thee.
In ev'ry pain I bear,
Or seek relief in pray’r. 5 When gladness wings my favour'd hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill; Resign'd, when storms of sorrow low'r,
My soul shall meet thy will. 6 My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gath’ring storm shall see;
Walking with God. 1 VINCE I've known a Saviour's name, And sin's strong fetters broke,
C Careful without care I am,
Í find his service my reward,
Is light, for such a Lord. 2 To the desert or the cell,
Let others blindly fly, In this evil world I dwell,
Nor fear its enmity; ; Here I find an house of pray'r,
To which I inwardly retire; Walking unconcern'd in care,
And unconsumed in fire.
Of living, Lord, to thee,
And here thy goodness see;
Walk in all the works prepar'd
By thee to exercise their grace,
The height of some commanding hill,
He sees his home, though distant still;
By faith his mansion in the skies,
And wings his speed to reach the prize.
No more he grieves for sorrows past;
So he may safe arrive at last.
To lead us on to thine abode;
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here,
Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. 2 I would not live alway, thus fetter'd by sin,
Temptation without, and corruption within :
And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears. 3 I would not live alway; no—welcome the tomb,
Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom;
To hail him in triumph descending the skies.
Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode,
5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet,
Their Saviour and brethren, transported to greet;
O‘man, of woman born!
" To dust thou shalt return."
In flow'rs that bloom and die,
That mocks the gazer's eye.
That lays thee with the dead.
The short allotted span,
(c. m.) ARK! from the tombs a mournful sound;
Mine ears attend the cry;
“ Where you must shortly lie.
" In spite of all your tow'rs;
" Must lie as low as ours."
And are we still secure ?
And yet prepare no more?
To raise our souls to thee,
To all eternity
Its torrents to the main,
From that abyss again :
Descending down to night,
Back to the sphere of light:
Can never quit its gloom,
The slumber of the tomb.
A hiding-place with God,
To share his bless'd abode!
Through toil, and care, and grief,
ITAL spark of heav'nly flame!
Quit, О quit this mortal frame !
And let me languish into life.
Sister spirit, come away!
Tell me, my soul, can this be death? 3 The world recedes, it disappears ! Heav'n opens on my eyes ! my ears
With sounds seraphic ring!
(c. m.) Li
WHEN, rising from the bed of death,
And trembles at the thought
Oh! how shall I appear!
Who does her sins lament,
Her pardon to procure,
To make that pardon sure.
AND will the Judge descend ?
His all-discerning eyes ?
Shall this dread sentence sound;
Spread black despair around?
“ Io everlasting flame,
“ Where mercy never came.”
Astonish'd shrink away?