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Comforts that shall o'er death prevail,
And journey with me through the vale.
9. Blest Savior! cheer that darksome way,
And lead me to the realms of day;
To milder skies, and brighter plains,
Where everlasting sunshine reigns.
The Character of Christ.
1. BEHOLD, where, in a mortal form,
Appears each grace divine;
The virtues, all in Jesus met,
With mildest radiance shine. 2. The noblest love of human kind Inspir'd his holy breast;
In deeds of mercy, words of peace,
His kindness was express'd.
3. To spread the rays of heav'nly light,
To give the mourner joy,
To preach glad tidings to the poor,
Was his divine employ.
4. Lowly in heart, by all his friends, A friend and servant found;
He wash'd their feet, he wip'd their tears.
And heal'd each bleeding wound.
5. Midst keen reproach, and cruel scorn, Patient and meek he stood:
His foes, ungrateful, sought his life;
He labor'd for their good.
6. In the last hour of deep distress, Before his Father's throne,
With soul resign'd, he bow'd and said,
Thy will, not mine, be done!"
7. Be Christ my pattern, and my guide!
His image may I bear!
O may I tread his sacred steps,
And his bright glories share!
Gratitude to the Supreme Being.
1. How cheerful along the gay mead, The daisy and cowslip appear!
The flocks, as they carelessly feed,
Rejoice in the spring of the year.
2. The myrtles that shade the gay bowers,
The herbage that springs from the sod,
Trees, plants, cooling fruits, and sweet flowers,.
All rise to the praise of my God.
3. Shall man, the great master of all,
The only insensible prove?
Forbid it, fair gratitude's call!
Forbid it, devotion and love!
4. The LORD, who such wonders could raise,
And still can destroy with a nod,
My lips shall incessantly praise;
My heart shall rejoice in my God.
Acknowledgment of Divine favors.
1. WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad,
How many poor
I see !
What shall I render to my GOD,
For all his gifts to me?
2. Not more than others I deserve,
Yet God has giv'n me more;
For I have food, while others starve,
Or beg from door to door.
3. How many children in the street,
Half naked, I behold!
While I am cloth'd from head to feet,
And cover'd from the cold!
4. While some poor creatures scarce can tell,
Where they may lay their head,
I have a home wherein to dwell,
And rest upon my bed.
5. While others early learn to swear,
And curse, and lie, and steal,
LORD! I am taught thy name to fear,
And do thy holy will.
6. Are these thy favors, day by day,
To me above the rest?
Then let me love thee more than they,
And try to serve thee beşt
The excellence of the Bible.
1. GREAT God! with wonder and with praise,
On all thy works I look ;
But still thy wisdom, power, and grace,
Shine brightest in thy book.
2. The stars, which in their courses roll,
Have much instruction given;
But thy good word informs my soul
How I may get to heaven.
3. The fields provide me food, and show
The goodness of the Lord;
But fruits of life and glory grow
In thy most holy word.
4. Here are my choicest treasures hid,
Here my best comfort lies;
Here my desires are satisfied,
And hence my hopes arise.
5. Lord! make me understand thy law;
Show what my faults have been;
And from thy gospel let me draw
Pardon for all my sin.
6. For here I learn how Jesus died,
To save my soul from hell;
Not all the books on earth beside
Such heavenly wonders tell.
7. Then let me love my Bible more,
And take a fresh delight,
By day to read these wonders o'er,
And meditate by night.
1. How does the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour;
And gather honey all the day,
From every op'ning flower! 2. How skilfully she builds her cell!
How neat she spreads the wax ! And labors hard to store it well,
With the sweet food she makes. 3. In work of labor or of skill, .I would be busy too:
For Satan finds some mischief still,
For idle hands to do.
4. In books, or work, or healthful play,
Let my first years be past;
That I may give for every day
Some good account at last.
On early rising.
1. How foolish they who lengthen night
And slumber in the morning light!
How sweet at early morning's rise,
To view the glories of the skies,
And mark with curious eye, the sun
Prepare his radiant course to run!
Its fairest form then nature wears,
And clad in brightest green appears.
The sprightly lark, with artless lay,
Proclaims the entrance of the day.
2. How sweet to breathe the gale's perfume,
And feast the eye with nature's bloom!
Along the dewy lawn to rove,
And hear the music of the grove !
Nor you, ye delicate and fair,
Neglect to taste the morning air;
This will your nerves with vigor brace,
Improve and heighten every grace;
Add to your breath a rich perfume;
And to your cheeks a fairer bloom:
With lustre teach your eyes to glow,
And health and cheerfulness bestow.
The drowning fly.
1. In yonder glass, behold a drowning Fly!
Its little feet, how vainly does it ply!
Poór helpless insect! and will no one save?
Will no one snatch thee from the threat'ning grave?
My finger's top shall prove a friendly shore,
There, trembler, all thy dangers now are o'er.
Wipe thy wet wings, and banish all thy fear :
Go, join thy num'rous kindred in the air.
Away it flies; resumes its harmless play;
And lightly gambols in the golden ray.
2. Smile not, spectators at this humble deed:
For you, perhaps, a nobler task's decreed:
and sinking family to save;
To raise the thoughtless from destruction's wave!
To you for help the wretched lift their eyes :
O! hear, for pity's sake, their plaintive cries;
Ere long, unless some guardian interpose,
O'er their devoted heads, the floods may close.
To a Redbreast.
LITTLE bird, with bosom red,
Welcome to my humble shed!
Daily near my table steal,
While I pick my scanty meal.
Doubt not, little though there be,
But I'll cast a crumb to thee:
Well rewarded, if I spy
Pleasure in thy glancing eye;
See thee, when thou'st eat thy fill,
Plume thy breast, and wipe thy bill
Come, my feather'd friend, again!
Well thou know'st the broken pane.
Ask of me thy daily store;
Ever welcome to my door.
To a child five years old.
1. FAIREST flower, all flowers excelling,
Which in Milton's page we see:
Flowers of Eve's embower'd dwelling,
Are, my fair one, types of thee.
2. Mark, my Polly, how the roses
Emulate thy damask cheek;
How the bud its sweets discloses→
Buds thy op'ning bloom bespeak. 3. Lilies are by plain direction,
Emblems of a double kind;
Emblems of thy fair complexion,
Emblems of thy fairer mind.
4. But dear girl, both flowers and beauty
Blossom, fade, and die away :
Then pursue good sense and duty,
Evergreens, which ne'er decay.
1. How fair is the rose! what a beautiful flow'r !