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My lips shall praise thee. Ps. lziii. 3.
I'll praise my Maker while I've breath,
Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.
Happy the man, whose hopes rely
And earth, and seas, with all their train:
And none shall find his promise vain.
The Lord pours eye-sight on the blind;
He sends the lab'ring conscience peace;
And grants the pris'ner sweet release.
Remember now thy Creator. Eccl. xii. 1.
In mem'ry's tablet fair and clear,
Ere sin with guilt the page has stain'd;
What precept should be graven there?
"Remember God in early youth;"
And let the same soul-saving truth
Guide all thy future steps tow'rds heav'n.
Remember Him in every stage
And cheer thy weary pilgrimage,
Then in the last great awful day,
When heav'n and earth shall frighted flee; This, dearest child, shall be thy stay,
"Thy God will then remember thee."
Blessed are the dead. Rev. xiv. 18.
In vain our fancy strives to paint
The glories that surround the saint
One gentle sigh his fetter breaks,
We scarce can say " He's gone,"
Before the willing spirit takes
Faith strives, but all her efforts fail
No eye can pierce within the veil
Which hides that world of light.
Thus much, (and this is all we know) They are supremely blest,
H ave done with sin, and care, and woe, And with their Saviour rest.
Thou Lord makest me dwell in safety. Pg. It. 8.
In sleep's serene oblivion laid
Again I see the breaking shade,
lord, guide me through the various maze My doubtful feet are doom'd to tread;
And spread thy shield's protecting blaze Where dangers press around my head.
A deeper shade shall soon impend;
A deeper sleep mine eyes oppress; Yet, then thy strength shall still defend;
Thy goodness still delight to bless.
That deeper shade shall break away;
That deeper sleep shall leave mine eyes; Thy light shall give eternal day;
Thy love, the rapture of the skies.
God forbid that I should glory. Gal. vi. 14.
In the cross of Christ I glory,
Towering o'er the wreck of time;
All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.
When the woes of life o'ertake me,
Never shall the cross forsake me,
When the sun of bliss is beaming
From the cross the radiance streaming, Adds more lustre to the day.
Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, By the cross are sanctifi'd j
Peace is there that knows no measure, Joys that through all time abide.