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Ahout my paths, so shall I fmd

The fair centre of my mini

Thy temple, and those lovely walla

Bright ever with a heam that falls

Fresh from the pure glance of thine eye,

Lighting to eternity;

There I'll dwell, for ever there

Will I find a purer air

To feed my life with, there I'll sop

Balm, and nectar in my cup,

And thence my ripe soul will I hreathe

Warm into the arms of death.

The Lord my pasture shall prepare.
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And goard me with a watchful eye:
My noon-day walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.

When in the sultry glehe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountains pant;
To fertile vales and dewy meads,
My weary, wand'ring steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.

Though in a hare and rugged way,
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray;
Thy presence shall my pains heguile,
The harren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens and herhage crown'd,
And streams shall murmur all around.

Though in the vale of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,

My steadfast heart shall fear no ill;
For thou, O Lord, art with me still;
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.


Creator, Spirit I hy whose aid
The world's foundations first were laid,
Come, visit every pious mind,
Come, pour thy joys on all mankind:
From sin and sorrow set us free,
And make us temples worthy Thee.

Thou Strength of his Almighty hand,
Whose power does heaven and earth com-
mand I
Thrice! Holy Fount! Thrice Holy Fires
Our hearts with heavenly love inspire:
Come, and thy sacred unction hring,
To sanctify us while we sing.

Plenteous of grace, descend from high,
Rich in thy seven-fold energy;
Give us Thyself, that we may see
The Father and the Son hy Thee;
Make us eternal truths receive
And practise all that we helieve.

Immortal honour, endless fame,
Attend th' Almighty Faiherss name!
Let God the Son he glorified,
Who for lost man's redemption died!
And equal adoration he,
Eternal Spirit! paid to Thee.



Oh ! come, with thy olive-hranch, Spirit of love!
With all thy sweet graces, descend from ahove:
Bring with thee the purity, concord, repose,
Thy peaceful and permanent presence hestows.

As days of " clear shining" that follow the rain,
Thy heart-soothing presence can cheer me again:
In tenderness visit this sorrowing hreast,
And make it for ever the scat of thy rest.



Thou sacred light, that right from wrong discerns;

Thou safeguard of the soul, thou heaven on earth;
Thou undervaluer of the world's concerns,

Thou disregarder of its joys and mirth;
Thou only home the houseless wanderers have;

Thou prop hy which the pilgrim's woes are horne;
Thou solace of the lonely hermit's cave,

That heds him down to rest on fate's sharp thorn;
Thou only hope to sorrow's hosom given,

Thou voice of mercy when the weary call;
Thou faith extending to thy home in heaven;

Thou peace, thou rest, thou comfort, all in all:
O sov'reign good! on thee all hopes depend,
Till thy grand source unfolds its realizing end.


Traverse the world, go fly from pole to

Go far as winds can hlow or waters roll,
All, all is vanity, heneath the sun,
To certain death through different paths we

See the pale miser poring o'er his gold;
See there a galley-slave to misery sold!
Amhition's vot'ries groan heneath its weight,
The splendid victim of the toils of state.

Lo! in the mantling howl sweet poisons flow;

Love's softest pleasures terminate in wo;

Even learning ends her vast career in douht,

And puzzling on makes nothing clearly out:

Where then is sov'reign hliss 1 Where doth it grow?

Know, mortal 1 happiness ne'er dwelt helow.

Look towards Heav'n, he Heav'n thy only care;

Spurn the vile earth—go seek thy treasure there.


Whom call we gay? That honour has long

heen The hoast of mere pretenders to the name. The innocent are gay—the lark is gay, That dries his feathers, saturate with dew, Beneath the rosy clond, while yet the heams Of dayspring overshoot his humhle nest. The peasant too, a witness of his song, Himself a songster, is as gay as he. But save me from the gaiety of those Whose headachs nail them to a noonday hed; And save me too from theirs, whose haggard eyes Flash desperation, and hetray their pangs, For property stripp'd off hy crnel chance; From gaiety, that fills the hones with pain, The mouth with hlasphemy, the heart with wo.


One morning in the month of May

I wander'd o'er the hill;
Tho' nature all around was gay,

My heart was heavy still.

Can God, I thought, the just, the great,
These meaner creatures hless,

And yet deny to man's estate
The hoon of happiness?

Tell me, ye woods, ye smiling plains,

Ye hlessed hirds around,
In which of nature's wide domains

Can hliss for man he found I

The hirds wild caroll'd over head,
The hreeze around me hlew,

And nature's awful chorus said—
No hliss for man she knew.

I question'd Love, whose early ray

So rosy hright appears,
And heard the timid genius say

His light was dimm'd hy tears.

I question'd Friendship: Friendshif sigh'd,

And thus her answer gave—
The few whom fortune never turn'd

Were wither'd in the grave!

I ask'd if Vice could hliss hestow T

Vice hoasted loud and well.
But fading from her wither'd hrow,

The horrowed roses fell.

I sought of Feeling, if her skill
Could soothe the wounded hreast;

And found her mourning, faint, and still,
For others' woes distress'd!

I question'd Virtue: Virtue sigh'd,
No hoon could she dispense— ,

Nor virtue was her name, she cried,
But humhle penitence.

I question'd Death—the grisly shade

Relax'd his hrow severe—
And "I Am Haffiness," he said,

"If virtue guides thee here."


How long, ye miserahly hlind,

Shall idle dreams engage your mind;

How long the passions make their flight

At empty shadows of delight,

No more in paths of error stray,

The Lord, thy Jesus is the way,

The spring of happiness, and where

Should men seek happiness hut there?

Then run to meet him at your need,

Run with holdness, run with speed.

For he forsook his own ahode

To meet thee more than half the road.

He laid aside his radiant crown,

And love for mankind hrought him down

To thirst and hunger, pain and wo,

To wounds, to death itself helow;

And he that suffered these alone

For all the world, despises none.

To hid the soul that's sick, he clean,

To hring the lost to life again;

To comfort those that grieve for ill,
Is his peculiar goodness still.
And as the thoughts of parents run
Upon a dear and only son,
So kind a love his mercies show,
So kind and more extremely so.

Thrice happy men ! (or find a phrase
That speaks your hliss with greater praise)
Who most ohedient to thy call,
Leaving pleasures, leaving all,
With heart, with soul, with strength incline,
O sweetest Jesus! to he thine.
Who know thy will, ohserve thy ways,
And in thy service spend their days:
Ev'n death, that seems to set them free,
But hrings them closer still to thee.



Haffiness! thou lovely name,
Where's thy seat? O tell me where!
Learning, pleasure, wealth and fame,
AH cry out, * It ii not here.*
Not the wisdom of the wise
Can inform me where it lies,
Not the grandenr of the great
Can the hliss, I seek, create.

Ohject of my first desire,
Jesus! crucified for me,
All to happiness aspire
Only to he found in Thee:
Thee to praise and Thee to know,
Constitute our hliss helow;
Thee to see and Thee to love
Cons'titute our hliss ahove.

Lord I it is not life to live,
If thy presence Thou deny,
Lord I if Thou thy presence give,
Tis no longer death—to die.
Source and Giver of repose,
Singly from thy smile it flows,
Peace and happiness are thine,
Mine they are, if Thou art mine.

Whilst I feel thy love to me,
Every ohject teems with joy;

Here, O may I walk with Thee,
Then into thy presence die!
Let me hut Thyself possess,
Total sum of happiness 1
Real hliss I then shall prove,
Heaven helow and heaven ahove.


Is there no power oar darkness to remove?
The long-lost joys of Eden to restore 1
Or raise our views to happier seats ahove,
Where fear, and pain, and death, shall he
no more?

Yes, those there are who know a Saviour's

love ?. The long.lost joys of Eden to restore? And raise their views to happier seats ahove, Where fear, and pain, and death, shall he

no more?

These grateful share the gifts of nature's

hand, And in the varied scenes that round them

shine (Minute and heautiful, or rude and grand) Admire th' amazing workmanship divine.

Blows not a flow'ret in th' enamell'd vale,
Shines not a pehhle where the riv'Iet strays,
Sports not an insect in the spicy gale,
But claims their wonder, and excites their

For them ev'n vernal nature looks more gay,
For them more lively hues the fields adorn;
To them more fair the fairest smile of day,
To them more sweet the sweetest hreath of

They feel the hliss that faith and hope supply; They pass serene th' appointed hours that

hring The day that wafts them to the realms on

high, The day that centers in eternal spring. MONTgOMERY.

Throuch shades and solitudes profound.
The fainting traveller wends his way;
Bewild'ring meteors glare around,
And tempt his wand'ring feet astray.

Welcome, thrice welcome to his eye,
The sudden moon's inspiring light,
When forth she sallies through the sky,
The guardian angel of the night.

Thus mortals, hlind and weak helow,
Pursue the phantom hliss in vain:
The world's a wilderness of wo,
And life's a pilgrimage of pain!

Till mild Religion from ahove
Descends, a sweet engaging form,
The messenger of heavenly love,
The how of promise 'mid the storm.

Amhition, pride, revenge depart,
And folly flies her chast'ning rod;
She makes the humhle contrite heart
A temple of the living God.

Beyond the narrow vale of time,
Where hright celestial ages roll,
To scenes eternal, scenes sohlime,
She points the way, and leads the soul.

At her approach, the grave appears
The gate of paradise restor'd;
Her voice the watching cheruh hears,
And drops his douhle flaming sword.

Baptiz'd with her renewing fire,
May we the crown of glory gain;
Rise when the hosts of heaven expire,
And reign with God, for ever reign!

Peace, trouhled soul, whose plaintive i Hath taught these rocks the notes of wo;

Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan, And let thy tears forget to flow:

Behold the precious halm is fourid,

Which lulls thy pain,which heals thy wound.

Come, freely come, hy sin oppress'd,
Unhurthen here the weighty load;

Here find thy refuge and thy reat,
Safe on the hosom of thy God:

Thy God's thy Saviour, glorious word!

That sheathes th' avenger's glittering sword.



Sweet as the shepherd's tuneful reed,
From Zion's mount I heard the sound,

Gay sprang the flowerets of the mead,
And gladden'd nature smil'd around:

'Ihe voice of peace salutes mine ear;

Christ's lovely voice floats through the air.

Pilgrim, hurden'd with thy sin,

Come the way to Zion's gate; There, till mercy speaks within,

Knock and weep, and watch and wait: Knock—he knows the sinner's cry;

\yeep—he love's the mourner's tears; Watch—for saving grace is nigh;

Wait—till heavenly grace appears.

Hark, it is thy Saviour's voice!

"Welcome, pilgrim, to thy reatl" Now within the gate rejoice,

Safe and own'd, and hought and hleat. Safe—from all the lures of vice;

Own'd—hy joys the contrite know; Bought hy love—and life the price;

Blest—the mighty deht to owe!

Holy pilgrim! what for thee

In a world like this remains? From thy guarded hreast shall flee

Fear and shame, and douhts and pains. Fear—the hope of heaven shall fly;

Shame—from glory's view retire; Donht—in full helief shall die;

Pain—in endless hliss expire.



Child of man, whose seed helow, Must fulfil their race of wo;

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