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Although by wicked hands he died,
With the last breath he drew

Father forgive," he sweetly cried,
Himself forgave them too.

Jesus! I hide my head in shame;
I blush and weep to see,
That I who wear thy sacred name,
No more conform to thee.

O the sharp pangs he underwent,
To clear my guilty score!
And shall I trifling wrongs resent?
No, I'll resent no more!

I'll seize th' offending brother's hand,
And call him still my friend;
My angry passions I'll disband,
And ev'ry quarrel end.

Why should we differ by the way?
Why should dissentions come ?
We hope to spend an endless day,
In one eternal home.

While others their punctilios boast, Lord, bend my stubborn will; For he that condescends the most, Remains the victor still.

Fain would I imitate my Lord,

And bear each cross event;

Humility's its own reward;

But pride's a punishment.

Come blessed Spirit, heav'nly dove,
Descend on balmy wings;
Come, tune my passions all to love,
And strike the peaceful strings.

Jesus, my longing soul shall wait,
And near thy feet adore;

'Till I shall reach that blissful state,
Where discord is no more.

THE SHORTNESS OF TIME AND THE FRAILTY OF MAN.

ALMIGHTY Maker of my frame,
Teach me the measure of my days;
Teach me to know how frail I am,
And spend the remnant to thy praise.

My days are shorter than a span ;
A little point my life appears;
How frail, at best is dying man!
How vain are all his hopes and fears.

Vain his ambition, noise, and show!
Vain are the cares which rack his mind!
He heaps up treasure mixed with woe,
And dies, and leaves them all behind.

Oh, be a nobler portion mine:
My God! I bow before thy throne ;
Earth's fleeting treasures I resign,
And fix my hope on thee alone.

VANITY OF LIFE

THE evils that beset our path
Who can prevent or cure?
We stand upon the brink of death,
When most we seem secure.

If we to day sweet peace possess,
It soon may be withdrawn ;
Some change may plunge us in distress,
Before to-morrow's dawn.

Disease and pain invade our health,
And find an easy prey;

And oft, when least expected, wealth
Takes wings and flies away.

A fever or a blow can shake

Our wisdom's boasted rule,

And of the brightest genius, make,

A madman or a fool.

The gourds from which we look for fruit, Produce us only pain;

A worm unseen attacks the root,
And all our hopes are vain.

I pity those who seek no more,
Than such a world can give
Wretched they are, and blind, and poor,
And dying while they live.

Since sin has fill'd the earth with woe,
And creatures fade and die;

Lord, wean our hearts from things below,
And fix our hopes on high.

THE FIG-TREE,

ONE awful word which Jesus spoke Against the tree which bore no fruit, More piercing than the lightning's stroke, Blasted and dried it to the root.

But could a tree the Lord offend,

To make him show his judgments thus ?

He surely had a farther end

To be a warning word to us,

The fig-tree by its leaves was known,
But having not a fig to show,

It brought a heavy sentence down,

Let noue hereafter on thee grow,”

Too many who the gospel hear,
Whom Satan binds, and sin deccives,
We to this fig-tree may compare,

They yield no fruit, but only leaves.

Knowledge, and zeal, and gifts, and talk,
Unless combin'd with faith and love,
And witness'd by a gospel-walk,
Will not a true profession prove.

Without the frait the Lord expects,

Knowledge will make our state the worse;

The barren trees he still rejects,

And soon will blast them with his curse.

O Lord, unite our hearts in prayer!
On each of us thy spirit send,

That we the fruits of grace may bear,
And find acceptance in the end.

MARTHA AND MARY.

MARTHA her love and joy express'd,
By care to entertain her guest;
While Mary sat to hear her Lord,
And could not bear to lose a word.

The principle in both the same,
Produc'd in each a diffrent aim ;

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