word.. Temptation 41 16 The pilgrim's song.. 42 IV. COMFORT. 17 Faith a new sense 43 18 The bappy change 44 45 46 47 22 Joy and peace in believing 48 Looking upwards in a storm, 19 Valley of the shadow of death,20 Jesus my all Dependance ... Hear what he has doue.... 54 Not of works Freedom from care.. Humiliation and praise.... 56 For the poor..... .... 73 74 75 76 77 78 57 Are there few saved?.. ..... 58 Not in word, but in power 79 VII.-PRAISE. Praise for faith 62 Perseverance Salvation..... 80 60 61 Grace and providence 81 82 66 67 63 Reigning grace 64 Praise to the Redeemer... VIII.-SHORT HYMNS. 'The new convert ........ 68 After Sermon...... 96-103 True and false comforts.... 69 Gloria Patri.. 104-107 END OF THE THIRD BOOK. THE KITE; OR, PRIDE MUST HAVE A FALL. My waking dreams are best conceal'd 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 pris'ner bound, My string confines me near the ground: I'd brave the eagle's tow'ring 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. Depriv'd at once of all its stay, In vain it try'd 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 plung'd it in the tide. Ah! foolish kite, thou hadst no wing, How couldst thou fly without a string? My heart reply'd, O Lord! I see How much this kite resembles me. P Forgetful that by thee I stand, How oft I've wish'd to break the lines For something more, or something high'r! A fall thus dreadful had been mine.' A Thought on the Sea-Shore. 1 IN ev'ry object here I see Something, O Lord! that leads to thee: 2 In ev'ry object here I see Something, my heart, that points at thee. Deep and deceitful as the ocean, And, like the tides, in constant motion. The Spider and Toad. SOME author (no great matter who, Provided what he says be true) It seems as if their common venom The toad, by ready instinct taught, It cropp'd the leaf, and soon was well. And all the spider's rage defy'd. Which saves me from the jaws of death: |