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The one to seast the Lord was led,
But Mary chose the better part.
With warmth she to ker sister spoke,
How oft are we like Martha vex'd,
Teach us, o God, this thing to choose,
Let gros'ling hearts the world admire,
THE WORLD PASSETH AWAY,
Though all these things substantial seem,
And soon must pass away :
Alust see their final day.
How sweet to have our portion there,
And nothing will remove ;
Our treasure is above.
How sweet to know the Saviour's name, The Saviour who in mercy came,
And vanquish'd all our foes : On him, as on a solid rock, Our hope is built, and stands the shock
Of ev'ry storm that blows.
Then, let a world of shadoirs 80,-
Their treasure still is surc; 'Tis laid up there where pothing fades, No rust consumes, no thics invades,.--
And thus it is secure.
WHILE in the world we still remain,
The hope that we should see that day,
Then let us here improve our hours,
Improve them to a Saviour's praise ; To him with zeal devote our pow'rs,
And run with joy in wisdom's ways.
Let all our meetings now be made
Subservient to each other's good; For worldly joys must quickly fade,
Nor can they yield substantial food.
Whene'er requir'd to part from those,
With whom the truth unites us here, We'll call to mind the joyful close,
When Christ the Saviour will appear,
Then shall his saints all meet again,
For so his word of promise says ; With him for erer to remain,
And sing bis ererlasting praise,
THE BRIGIT AND MORNING STAR.
Ye worlds of light that roll so near
The Sariour's throne of shining bliss; Oh! tell how mean your glories are,
How faint and few, compar'd with lis.
'e sing the bright and morning star,
Jesus the spring of light and love: See how its rays, diffus'd from far,
Conduct us to the realms above!
Its cheering beams spread wide abroad,
Point out the doubtful christian's way; Still as he goes, he finds the road
Enlighten’d with a constant day.
Thus, when the eastern magi brought
Their spicy gifts, a star appear'd,
To keep them from the ill they fear d.
O joy! to reach that heavenly place,
From darkness, as from sorrow far, Where through the boundless fields of space
Forever shines the morning star,
GOD OUR LIGHT.
O God, my sun, thy blissful rays
Can warm, rejoice, and guide my heart : How dark, how mournful are my days,
If thine enliv'ning beams depart!
Scarce through the shades a glimpse of day
Appears to these desiring eyes; But shall my drooping spirits say,
The cheerful morn will never risc ?
O let me not despairing mourn,
Though gloomy darkness spreads the sky; My glorious sun will yet return,
And night with all its horrors fly.
O for the bright, the joyful day,
When hope shall in fruition die! As tapers lose their feeble ray,
Beneath the sun's refulgent eye.
THE WISDOM OF GOD,
WAIT, O my soul, thy Maker's will,