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5 On wings of faith to heaven ascend,

By hope anticipate the feast ;
With all thy might still upward tend,
And leave io sensual minds the rest.

205. L. M.

I WHEREFORE should inan, frail child of clay,

Who, from the cradle to the shroud,
Lives but the insect of a day-

o why should mortal man be proud ? 2 His briglitest visions just appear,

Then vanish and no inore are found ;
The stateliest pile his pride can rear,

A breath can level with the ground. 3 By doubt perplexed, in error losi,

With Trembling step he seeks his way :.
How vain, of wisdom's gift the boast !

Of reason's lamp, how faint the ray ! 4 Follies and sins, a countless sum,

Are crowded in life's little span :
How ill, alas ! does pride become

Thai erring, guilly creature, man ! 5 God of my life ! Faiher divine!

Give me a meek and lowly mind :-
In modest worth, O let me shine,
And peace in humble viriue find.

L. M. Communing with our Hearts. Ps. iv. 4. 1 RETURN, my roving heart, return,

And chase these shadowy forms no more ;;
Seek out some solitude to inourn,
And thy forsaken God implore.


2 Wisdom and pleasure dwell at home;

Retired and silent seek them there;
This is the way to overcome,

The way to break temptation's snare. 3 And thou, my God! whose piercing eye

Distinct surveys each deep recess,
In these abstracted hours draw nigh,

And with thy presence fill the place. 4 Through all the mazes of my heart,

My search let heavenly wisdom guide ;
And still its radiant beams impart,

Till all be searched and purified. 5 Then, with the visits of thy love,

Vouchsafe my inmost soul to cheer;
Till every grace shall join to prove,
That God hath fixed his dwelling there.


C. M.
Religious Retirement.
1 Far from the world, O Lord ! I flee,

From strife and tumult far;
From scenes, where sin is waging still

Its most successful war.
2 The calm retreat, the silent shade,

With prayer and praise agree ; And seem by thy sweet bounty made

For those who follow thee.
3 There, if thy spirit touch the soul,

And grace her mean abode ;
with what peace, and joy, and love,
Does she commune with God!

* There, like the nightingale, she pours

Her solitary lays;
Nor asks a witness of her song,

Nor thirsts for human praise.
6 Author and Guardian of my life,

Sweet source of light divine ;
And all harmonious names in one,

My Father-thou art mine! 6 What thanks I owe thee, and what love,

boundless, endless store,
Shall echo through the realms above,

When time shall be no more.

208. L. M.

Retirement and Meditation, 1 My God! permit me not to be

A stranger to myself and thee :
Amid a thousand thoughts I rove,

Forgetful of my highest love. 2 Why should my passions mix with earth,

Aud thus debase my heavenly birth ?
Why should I cleave to things below,

And let my God, my Saviour, go ? 3 Call me away from flesh and sense ;

Thy gracious word can draw me thence;
I would obey the voice divine,
And all inferior joys resign.
Be earth with all her scenes withdrawn ;
Let noise and vanity be gone;
In secret silence of ihe mind,
My heaven, and there my God, I find.

209. L. M. A Conversation becoming the GospelTitus ii. 10. 1 So let our lips and lives express

The holy gospel we profess,
So let our works and virtues shine,

To prove the doctrine all divine.
2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad,

The honours of our Saviour God,
When the salvation reigns within,

And grace subdues the power of sin. 3 Our flesh and sense must be denied,

Passion and envy, lust and pride,
While justice, temperance, truth and love,

Our inward piety approve.
4 What though we drink of sorrow's cup ?

Religion bears our spirits up,
Hope waits the coming of the Lord,
And faith stands leaning on his word.


C. M. Unfruitfulness under Gospel Privileges. 1 O GOD! thy gracious aid impart

To bend our wills to thine ;
Melt our whole souls, and let them flow,

And take the mould divine.
2 The gracious truths which Jesus brought,

Our ears have often heard !
Yet still how weak our faith is found,

And knowledge of thy word.
3 How cold and feeble is our love !

How negligent our fear!
How low our hope of joys above !

How few affections there !

4 O deep impress that perfect law,

Which noblest freedom gives : And let it all our souls refine,

And sanctify our lives :
5 Not with a transient glance surveyed,

And in an hour forgot,
But deep inscribed on every heart,

To reign o'er every thought.
6 Teach our forgetful feet the way

That leads to joys above ;
Devotion then shall fire the breast,

And the whole soul be love.

211. L. M. Personal and prevailing Sins lamented and depre

cated. Ps. cxli.
1 My God! what inward grief I feel,

When impious men transgress thy will ;
My ears are pained, when lips profane

Take thy tremendous name in vain. 2 O let my soul indignant hate

The arts of malice and deceit ;
And far from their communion flee,

Who dare revile thy laws and thee. 3 Let pious friendship, when I stray,

Mark and reprove my wandering way!
Its gentle words, from hearts as kind,

Shall comfort, while they heal, the mind. 4 Thou, who discernest all my heart,

And all my life in every part,
Unseal my partial eyes to see
What guilt in either there may be.

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