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“ TO BE WITH CHRIST;-WHICH IS FAR BETTER!”
“O most delightful hour by man
Experienced here below,
His folly and his woe !
“ Worlds should not bribe me back to tread
Again life's dreary waste,
With all the gloomy past.
“ My home henceforth is in the skies,
Earth, seas, and sun, adieu !
I have no sight for you.”
So spake Aspasio, firm possessid
Of faith's supporting rod ;
The bosom of his God.
“ OPEN THOU MINE EYES!”
Blinded in youth by Satan's arts,
A flattering prospect shows :
And undisturbed repose.
So in the dreary desert's waste,
(As ancient fables say,) Castles, and groves, and music sweet, The senses of the traveller meet,
And stop him in his way :
But while he listens with surprise,
'Twas but enchanted ground; Thus if the Lord our spirit touch, The world, which promised us so much,
A wilderness is found.
At first we start, and feel distrest ;
In such a wretched place;
And bids us seek His face.
Then we begin to love indeed,
By this beloved Friend;
And glory at the end.
“I HAVE RANSOMED HIM FROM THE POWER OF
THANKLESS for favours from on high,
Man thinks he fades too soon ;
Would he improve the boon.
But he, not wise enough to scan
His best concerns aright,
To ages, if he might :
To ages, in a world of pain,
To ages, where he goes
And hopeless of repose.
Strange fondness of the human heart,
Enamoured of its harm!
And still has power to charm.
Whence has the world her magic power?
Why deem we death a foe ? Recoil from weary life's best hour,
And covet longer woe ?
The cause is Conscience ;—Conscience oft
Her tale of guilt renews ;
And dread of death ensues.
Then, anxious to be longer spared,
Man mourns his fleeting breath : All evils then seem light, compared
With the approach of death.
'Tis judgment shakes him; there's the fear,
That prompts the wish to stay : He has incurred a long arrear,
And must despair to pay.
Pay!—follow Christ, and all is paid ;
His death your peace ensures ;
And calm descend to your's.