And though a bruised reed I be, 4 Then, keep me, Lord! where'er I go- Though, worn with poverty and woe, 5 To give my weakness strength, O God! And though thou chasten with thy rod, 586. L. M. On the Death of a Child. ANONYMOUS 1 As the sweet flower which scents the morn, But withers in the rising day, Thus lovely seemed the infant's dawn! 2 Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade, 3 Yet the sad hour that took the boy 5 He died to sin, he died to care,- 587. C. M. In Affliction. COTTON. 1 AFFLICTION is a stormy deep, 2 When darkness and when sorrows rose, And pressed on every side, The Lord has still sustained my steps, 3 Perhaps, before the morning dawn, 4 In the dark watches of the night 5 Here will I rest, here build my hopes, Nor murmur at his rod; He's more than all the world to me,- 456 588. MISCELLANEOUS. C. M. WATTS. Power of Sin broken at Death. 1 OUR sins, alas! how strong they be! They break our duty, Lord, to thee, 2 The waves of trouble, how they rise! But death shall land our weary souls 3 There, to fulfil his sweet commands 4 There shall we sit, and sing, and tell Till heavenly raptures fire our hearts, 5 Forever his dear, sacred name The close of every song. 589. L. M. Pride lamented. STENNETT. 1 OFT have I turned my eye within, And brought to light some latent sin; But pride, the vice I most detest, Still lurks securely in my breast. 2 Here with a thousand arts she tries To dress me in a fair disguise, To make a guilty, wretched worm Put on an angel's brightest form. 3 She hides my follies from mine eyes, And lifts my virtues to the skies; And while the specious tale she tells, Her own deformity conceals. 4 Rend, O my God, the veil away: Bring forth the monster to the day; Expose her hideous form to view, And all her restless power subdue. 5 So shall humility divine Again possess this heart of mine; Absurdity of Pride. *ENFIELD. 1 WHEREFORE should man, frail child of clay,- 3 By doubt perplexed, in error lost, 591. L. M. BEDDOME Inconstancy in Religion. 1 THE wandering star, and fleeting wind, The morning cloud, and early dew, 2 But cloud and wind, and dew and star, 3 Our outward walk, and inward frame, And then these very vows repeat. 4 We sin forsake, to sin return; Are hot, are cold, now freeze, now burn; |