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To his celestial concert us unite,

To live with him, and sing in endless morn of

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Milton,

HAVING A DESIRE TO DEPART, AND TO BE WITH

CHRIST."

JORD, it belongs not to my care
Whether I die or live;

To live and serve Thee is my share,

And this Thy grace must give.
If life be long, I will be glad,
That I may long obey;

If short, yet why should I be sad,
That shall have the same pay?

Christ leads me through no darker rooms
Than He went through before;
He that unto God's kingdom comes

Must enter by this door.

Come, Lord! when grace has made me meet

Thy blessed face to see;

For if Thy work on earth be sweet,

What must Thy glory be?

Then shall I end my sad complaints,

And weary, sinful days,

And join with the triumphant saints,
That sing Jehovah's praise.

My knowledge of that life is small,

The eye of faith is dim;

But 'tis enough that Christ knows all,

And I shall be with Him.

Baxter.

RISING UP A GREAT WHILE BEFORE DAY,-
HE PRAYED."

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HEN first thy eyes unveil, give thy soul leave

To do the like; our bodies but forerun

The spirit's duty; true hearts spread and heave
Unto their God as flowers do to the sun;

Give Him thy first thoughts then, so shalt thou keep

Him company all day, and in Him sleep.

Yet never sleep the sun up; prayer should

Dawn with the day; there are set, awful hours

'Twixt heaven and us; the manna was not good After sun-rising; far day sullies flowers :

Rise to prevent the sun; sleep doth sins glut,
And heaven's gate opens when the world's is shut.

Walk with thy fellow-creatures: note the hush
And whisperings amongst them. Not a spring
Or leaf but hath his morning hymn; each bush
And oak doth know I AM.-Canst thou not
sing?

O leave thy cares and follies! go this way,

And thou art sure to prosper all the day.

Serve God before the world: let Him not go
Until thou hast a blessing; then resign
The whole unto Him, and remember who
Prevail'd by wrestling ere the sun did shine:
Pour oil upon the stones, weep for thy sin,
Then journey on, and have an eye to heaven.

Mornings are mysteries: the first, World's youth,
Man's resurrection, and the future's bud,

Shroud in their births; the crown of life, light, truth,

Is styled their star; the stone and hidden food: Three blessings wait upon them, one of which Should move-they make us holy, happy, rich.

When the world's up, and

every swarm abroad,

Keep well thy temper, mix not with each clay : Despatch necessities; life hath a load

Which must be carried on, and safely may :

Yet keep these cares without thee; let the heart Be God's alone, and choose the better part. Vaughan.

PEACE.

Y soul, there is a country
Afar beyond the stars,

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Where stands a winged sentry

All skilful in the wars.

There, above noise and danger,

Sweet peace sits crown'd with smiles,

And One born in a manger

Commands the beauteous files.

He is thy gracious friend,

And, O my soul, awake!

Did in pure love descend,

To die here for thy sake.

If thou canst get but thither,

There grows the flower of peace,
The rose that cannot wither,
Thy fortress, and thy ease.

Leave then thy foolish ranges;
For none can thee secure,

But One who never changes,
Thy God, thy Life, thy Cure!

Vaughan.

THE PURITANS IN AMERICA.

HERE the remote Bermudas ride
In ocean's bosom unespied,

From a small boat that row'd along The list'ning winds received this song:

"What should we do but sing His praise, That led us through the watery maze Unto an isle so long unknown,

And yet far kinder than our own.

He lands us on a grassy stage,

Safe from the storm and prelates' rage;

He gave us this eternal spring,
Which here enamels every thing;

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