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210. The Fall of the Leaf. Isaiah xxxiv. 4. (P. M.)
Dry and wither'd, to the ground:
In a sad and solemn sound :
“ When like us, he blighted fell,)
“ "Tis, alas, the truth we tell. 2 “ Virgins, much,-too much presuming,
“ On your boasted white and red; “ View us late in beanty blooming,
“ Number'd now among the dead : “ Youths, though vet no losses grieve you,
“ Gay in health, and many a grace ; “ Let not cloudless skies deceive you,
“ Summer gives to autumn place. 3“ Yearly in our course returning,
“ Messengers of shortest stay;
“ Heaven and earth shall pass away.
Man, let all thy hopes be staid ;
Bears a leaf that shall not fade.
211. We all do fade as a Leaf. Isaiah lxiv. 6. (P. M.)
Now in autumn to expire ;
Great Creator, may I ever,
Know my God by nature more! 2 Will not nature's fading foliage,
Talk to me in strains divine :
truths be ever traced, That will fix and teach the heart. 3 Let all nature's glories vanish,
Let her beauties swift decay;
212. Winter. (C. M.) 1
TERN winter tbrows his icy chains,
Encircling nature round,
with verdure crown'd.
And light and warmth depart,
An emblem of my heart.
3 But if my soul's bright sun impart
His all enlivening smile,
Till then a frozen soil.
Renew'd to lively bloom,
Their humble sweet perfume.
Thy soul-reviving ray;
This darkness, cheerful day.
Where changeful seasons roll,
And winter pain my soul. 7 O happy state, divine abode,
Where spring eternal reigns,
Fills all the heavenly plains.
The same. (L. M.) 1
Has stript the trees, and seal’d the ground!
And spread new beauties all around. 2 My soul a sharper winter mourns,
Barren and frnitless I remain;
3 Jesus, my glorious sun, arise!
"Tis thine the frozen heart to move;
And let me feel thy vital love!
I faint and droop till thou appear;
Must it be winter all the year?
With humble prayer, and patient faith;
Repose on what his promise saith.
Seasons their changing course maintain,
That none shall seek his face in vain. 214. Jesus seen in the Seasons ; or, I will praise the
Lord at all Times. (P. M.)
While the Saviour's charms I read,
In the snow-drop's pensive head. 2 Spring returns,' and brings along
Life-invigorating suns :
Seems to speak his dying groans ! 3 Summer has a thousand charms,
All expressive of his worth ;
4 What, has autumn left to say,
Nothing of a Saviour's grace ;
Tell me of his smiling face.
While the sun makes haste to rise,
On the blushes of the skies. 6 Evening with a silent pace,
Slowly moving in the west,
THE RIGHT IMPROVEMENT OF LIFE,
WITH ITS REVIEW, &c.
Life the Day of Grace and Hope.
Eccl. ix. 4, 5, 6, 10. (L. M.)
The time to insure the great reward;
The vilest sinner may return.
To 'scape from hell and fly to heav'n,
Secure the blessings of the day.
But all the dead forgotten lie,