101. 2 CORINTHIANS Xiii. 14.
MAY the grace of Christ our Saviour,
And the Father's boundless love,
With the Holy Spirit's favour,
Rest upon us from above!

Thus may we abide in union

With each other, and the Lord; And possess, in sweet communion, Joys which earth can not afford.

102.

THE peace which God alone reveals,
And by His word of grace imparts,
Which only the believer feels,

Direct, and keep, and cheer your hearts:* And may the holy Three in One, The Father, Word, and Comforter, Pour an abundant blessing down On every soul assembled here!

103.

To Thee our wants are known,
From Thee are all our powers;

Accept what is Thine own,

And pardon what is ours.

Our praises, Lord, and pray'rs receive,
And to Thy Word a blessing give.

* Phil. iv. 7.

O grant that each of us,

Now met before Thee here, May meet together thus

When Thou and Thine appear!

And follow Thee to heaven, our home, Even so, Amen, Lord Jesus, come.*

GLORIA PATRI.

104.

THE Father we adore,

And everlasting Son,

The Spirit of His love and power,
The glorious Three in One.
At the creation's birth

This song was sung on high,

*

Shall sound through every age on earth, And through eternity.

105.

FATHER of angels and of men;

Saviour, who hast us bought;
Spirit, by whom we're born again,
And sanctified and taught;
Thy glory, holy Three in One,
Thy people's song shall be,

Long as the wheels of time shall run,
And to eternity.

* Rev. xxii. 20.

106.

GLORY to God the Father's name,
To Jesus, who for sinners died;
The Holy Spirit claims the same,

By whom our souls are sanctified.

Thy praise was sung when time began, By angels, through the starry spheres, And shall, as now, be sung by man Through vast eternity's long years.

107.

YE saints on earth ascribe, with Heaven's high host,

Glory and honour to the One in Three; To God the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, As was, and is, and evermore shall be.

END OF BOOK III.

POEMS.

THE KITE; OR, PRIDE MUST HAVE A FALL.

My waking dreams are best conceal'd-
Much folly, little good, they yield;

But now and then I gain, when sleeping,
A friendly hint that's worth the keeping:
Lately I dream'd of one who cried,
'Beware of self, beware of pride;

When you are prone to build a Babel,
Recall to mind this little fable.'

ONCE on a time a paper kite
Was mounted to a wondrous height,
Where, giddy with its elevation,
It thus express'd self-admiration:
'See how yon crowds of gazing people
Admire my flight above the steeple;
How would they wonder if they knew
All that a kite like me can do!
Were I but free, I'd take a flight,

And pierce the clouds beyond their sight;
But, ah! like a poor prisoner bound,
My string confines me near the ground:
I'd brave the eagle's towering wing,
Might I but fly without a string.'

It tugg'd and pull'd while thus it spoke, To break the string-at last it broke. Deprived at once of all its stay,

In vain it tried to soar away;
Unable its own weight to bear,
It flutter'd downward through the air;
Unable its own course to guide,

The winds soon plunged it in the tide.
Ah! foolish kite, thou hadst no wing,
How couldst thou fly without a string?
My heart replied, 'O Lord, I see
How much this kite resembles me!
Forgetful that by Thee I stand,

Impatient of Thy ruling hand;

How oft I've wish'd to break the lines
Thy wisdom for my lot assigns!

How oft indulged a vain desire

For something more, or something higher! And but for grace and love divine,

A fall thus dreadful had been mine.'

A THOUGHT ON THE SEA-SHORE.

IN
In every object here I see

Something, O Lord, that leads to Thee;
Firm as the rocks Thy promise stands,
Thy mercies countless as the sands;