POETRY. "IN THE DAY OF ADVERSITY CONSIDER."-Eccles. vii. 14. My mournful harp suspended hangs Upon the willow bough; In sacred sadness I review When I could tune its cheerful notes Hush'd every storm, the sun appear'd I rang'd the field of truth, and call'd Whilst I have stood some flow'r to view, To find my Saviour's form within, Then, lost in wonder, I've beheld A river deep and wide; And when its source have trac'd, have found It flow'd from Jesu's side. A still small voice I've heard proclaim- Then I've beheld some stately rock, And buried deep within the earth, "This," says my Saviour, " represents "Deep as eternity it stands, "And high as heaven above." Thus did my time glide sweetly on, While Jesus shew'd his face; Assur'd me he was mine, and I The subject of his grace. But now, alas! the scene is chang'd- To warm my cold and lukewarm heart, The clouds have gather'd thick around, I stumble here and there, like one Cold damps arise, and chilling winds Nip every budding grace; I long and sigh, I pant and groan, But he appears to be withdrawn, Tells me to think, that he in whom Is like a mortal, changeable, Then my corruptions rise within, And think, sure saints can never feel But stay, my soul, nor range so far Is there no cause within? Has not the Lord withdrawn his smiles, Consider well his wisdom then, Each grand design which he unfolds, The same foundation still remains, And promises immutable, With an High Priest above. The Spirit's province 'tis to make The sorrowful rejoice; To him then at a throne of grace, February, 1830. EBED. "DEATH ABOLISHED."-2 Tim. 1-10. No more I dread th' approach of death, Abolish'd by the Prince of life; He can but stop this fleeting breath, And end the sin-engender'd strife. The curse of death is far remov'd, Extracted is the monster's sting; Almighty love the victim stood, And triumph'd o'er the captiv'd king! With sin, and hell, and death combin'd, The mighty conqu'ror fought and bled; Engag'd to meet the foe alone, His mighty arm was nerv'd for war; The Prince of darkness to dethrone, With holy joy have we receiv'd Glad tidings of the vict'ry won; And hail the triumph thus achieved, To bring his wand'ring exiles home. Now would we raise our grateful To thee our Victor and our King; T. W. H. Supralapsarian Grace, (a Few Satan, (on the Temptations of) 144 Further Thoughts on)...... 267 A Father's Tribute to the Me- Friendly Letter addressed to Bickersteth's (Rev. E.) Christian 378 2265 190 Christian Hearer.. 27 Remarks upon a Sermon 317 ... 378 |