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He speaks--and lo! the softest tears
Of deep contrition flow.
He knows to bend the heart of steel,
He bows the loftiest soul;
How matchless his control!
And ah! how precious is his love,
In tenderest touches given; It whispers of the bliss above,
And stays the soul on heaven.
From mind to mind in streams of joy,
The holy influence spreads ; 'Tis peace, 'tis praise, without alloy,
For God that influence sheds.
Dear Lord, to thee we still will pray,
And praise thee as before;
Teach us to praise thee more.
THE ETERNAL SABBATI.
THINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love,
Nomore fatigue, no more distress,
Oh, long-expected day, begin,
*Tis my happiness below,
Not to live without the cross, But the Saviour's power to know,
Sanctifying ev'ry loss :Trials must, and will befal;
But with humble faith to see Love inscrib'd upon them all,
This is happiness to me.
God in Israel sows the seeds
Of affliction, pain, and toil;
Which would else o'erspread the soil. Trials make the promise sweet;
Trials give pew life to pray'r; Trials bring me to his feet,
Lay me low and keep me there.
Did I meet no trials here,
No chastisement by the way;
I should prore a cast-away?
Suvk in earthly rain delight;
Must not, would not, if he might.
LOOKING UPWARDS IN A STORM,
God of my life, to ibee I call,
Friend of the friendless and the faint!
Diderer mourner plead with thee,
That were a grief I could not bear, Didst thou not hear and answer pray'r; But a pray'r-hearing, answering God Supports me under every load. Fair is the lot that's cast for me; I have an advocate with thee; They whom the world caresses most, Have no such privilege to boast. Poor though I am, despis’d, forgot, Yet God, my God, forgets me not; And he is safe, and must succeed, For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.
PEACE AFTER A STORM.
When darkness long has reil'd my mind
And smiling day once more appears; T'hen, my Redeemer, then I find
The follies of my doubts and fears. Straight I upbraid my wand'ring heart,
And blush that I should ever be Thus prone to act so base a part,
Or barbour one hard thought of thee. Oh! let me, then, at length be taught
What I am still so slow to learn, That God is love, and changes not,
Nor knows the sbadow of a turn.
Sweet truéb, and easy to repeat;
But when my faith is sharply try'd, I find myself a learner yet,
Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide. But, O my Lord, one look from thee
Subdues the disobedient will; Drives doubt and discontent away,
And thy rebellious worm is still. Thou art as ready to forgive,
As I am ready to repine ; Tuou, therefore, all the praise receive,
Be shame and self-abhorrence mine.
THE CHRISTIAN'S PROSPECT.
HAPPY the soul wb wishes climb
To mansions in the skies !
With undesiring eyes.
And throws her silken chain;
And tempt bis ears in vain,
Must yield to sure decay;
How swift they fleet away!