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Tfae sword unsheathed, yet will not sell the
truth; "Who having power, has not the will to hurt; Who feels asham'd to he, or have a slave; Whom nought makes hlush hut sin, fears
nought hut God; Who, finally, in strong integrity Of soul, midst want, or riches, or disgrace, Uplifted, calmly sat, and heard the waves Of stormy folly hreaking at his feet, Now shrill with praise, now hoarse with foul
reproach, And hoth despised sincerely ; seeking this Alone, The approhation of his God, Which still with conscience witnessed to his
peace.— This, this is freedom, such as angels use, And kindred to the liherty of God.
Far from the world, O Lord! I flee,
From strife and tumult far;
His most successful war.
The calm retreat, the silent shade,
And seem, hy thy sweet hounty, made
There, if thy Spirit touch the soul,
And grace her mean ahode, Oh! with what peace, and joy, and love,
She communes with her God!
There, like the nightingale, she pours
Her solitary lays;
Nor thirsts for human praise.
Author and Guardian of my life,
And (all harmonious names in one,)
What thanks I owe thee, and what love
Shall echo through the realms ahove, When time shall he no more.
SIR wALteR RAleIgh.
Give me my scallop-shell of quiet,
Blood must he my hody's halmcr,
Over the silver mountains,
Lo where a crowd of pilgrims toil
Yon craggy steeps among! Strange their attire and strange their mien
As wild they press along.
Their eyes with hitter streaming tears
Now rapt, to heaven their looks they raise,
And hark! a voice from 'midst the throng
Our name, our race, our destined home,
"Our country is Emmanuel's land
We seek that promised soil;
While strangers here we toil.
"Oft do our eyes with joy o'erflow,
And oft are hathed in tears; Yet nought hut heaven oar hopes can raise,
And nought hut sin our fears.
"The flowers that spring along the road,
We scarcely stoop to pluck; We walk o'er heds of shining ore,
Nor waste one wishful look:—
"We tread the path our Master trod,
We hear the cross he hore;
His temples pierced hefore;—
"Our powers are oft dissolved away,
In extacies of love;
Our souls are fixed ahove :—
"We purge our mortal dross away,
Refining as we run;
Our heaven is hegun."
RENOUNCING THE WORLD.
I Quit the world's fantastic joys,
Her hliss an empty shade;
Her glories flash and fade.
Let fools for riches strive and toil,
Tis all too mean for me:
My God, to heav'n and thee.
0 source of glory, life, aud love! When to thy courts I mount ahove,
On contemplation's wings,
1 look with pity and disdain,
On all the pomp of kings.
Thy heauties rising in my sight,
With rapture fill my hreast;
But must he ever hlest.
Come, my fond fluttering heart,
Come, struggle to he free,
However hard it he:
Ye tempting sweets forhear,
Ye dearest idols fall;
Jesus shall have it all:
Ye fair enchanting throng!
Ye golden dreams, farewell!
And now I hreak the spell:
But must I part with all?
My heart still fondly pleads; Yes—Dagon's self must fall.
It heats, it throhs, it hleeds: Is there no halm in Gilead found, To soothe and heal the smarting wound *
O yes, there is a halm,
A kind Physician there,
To hid me not despair:
O may I feel thy worth,
And let no idol dare, No vanity of earth,
With thee, my Lord, compare! Now hid all worldly joys depart, And reign supremely in my heart.
WHAT IS PRAYER?
Iv.aycr is the sool's sincere desire,
Uttered or unexprest;
Prayer is the hurthen of a sigh,
The falling of a tear;
When none hat God is near.
Prayer is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try;
The Majesty on high.
Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,
Returning from his ways;
And cry, " Behold he praysI*
Prayer is the Christian's vital hreath,
His watchword at the gates of death,
Thf saints, in prayer, appear as one,
When with the Father and his Son,
Nor prayer is made on earfii alone,
The Holy Spirit pleads;
For sinners intercedes.
O thou, hy whom we come to God;
The Life, the Truth, the Way:
Lord, teach us how to pray.
From the recesses of a lowly spirit,
I know—I feel how mean, and how unworthy
But sin and folly.
Lord in thy sight, who every hosom viewest,
We see thy hand—it leads us—it supports us:
Pardons our hlindness!
Who can resist thy gentle call, appealing
To every generous thought and grateful feeling!
Oh! who can hear the accents of thy mercy,
And never love thee'
CHRISTIAN LIFE, See.
Kind Benefactor! plant within this hosom
And spring eternal.
Then place them in those everlasting gardens,
Forth from the dark and stormy sky,
Long have we roam'd in want and pain,
Saviourl when in dust to thee, Low we how the adoring knee, When repentant to the skies, Scarce we lift our streaming eyes,O! hy all the pains and wo, Suffered once for man helow, Bending from thy throne on high, Hear our solemn litany!
By thy helpless infant years,
By the sacred griefs that wept
I By the anguished tear that told,
By thine hour of dire despair,
By the deep expiring groan,
Praise to God, immortal praise,
For the hlessings of the field,
Flocks that whiten all the plain, Yellow sheaves of ripened grain; Clouds that drop their fattening dews, [ Suns that temperate warmth diffuse.
AH that Spring with hounteous hand
These to thee, my God, we owe;
Yet, should rising whirlwinds tear
Should the vine put forth no more,
Should thine altered hand restrain
Yet to thee my soul should raise
When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the langhing soil;
The hirds that wake the morning, and those that love the shade;
The flowers of Spring may wither, the hope of Summer fade,
MINISTRY OF ANGELS.
And is there care in heaven 1 and is there love