"There breathes a wholesome air, its fituation
ર Speaks it to be a healthful habitation,
"Whofe excellence furpaffes our relation.

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"There rivers clear from chrystal springs pro66 ceed,

"Whofe filver ftreams refresh the flowery mead: "Various trees the mounting hills produce,

Enough for fuel and the builder's ufe.

"Most pleasant plains inclofe the neighb'ring ❝ vales,

"Where gentle Zephyr, with its foftering gales, Sweetly produces most delightful crops,

"And goodly pastures for a thousand flocks.
"Both hills and dales are with fuch bleffings
" crown'd,

"That ev'ry bleffing may therein be found.
"Whatever may be faid, or heart can wish,
"To make a land delightful, there it is,
"In fine, all other lands it doth excel,
"Fit for the Lord's beloved Ifrael.

Were types fo beautiful in former days?

What's Heaven then, whofe glory ne'er de

cays?

"But oh! we tremble to declare the reft,

"Our blood grows cold, our heart's with fear

"poffefs'd,

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"To think upon the force we faw therein; ""Tis fuch a land as we fhall never win. "Their cities all are ftrongly fortify'd, "Encompass'd round with walls on ev'ry fide: “Too strong for us to storm, too high to scale; ""Tis but in vain to think we may prevail.

"Their lofty towers even reach the skies, "From whence they'll foon confound their enemies. "The frontiers are with mighty bulwarks made, "Left any foe their country fhould invade : "Canaanites, befides, are foldiers all,

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Expert in feats of arms, of body tall; "Fierce in their vifage, and in fight severe ; "We faw moreover mighty giants there: "These dismal profpects fadly we beheld, "Sights that with terror all our bosoms fill'd.” Where Faith is wanting, dangers seem to rise 'Tis bad to send out unbelieving spies. This ftory told, this faithlefs multitude Began to murmur, and with clamours rude Jarring tumults immediately arise,

Whole raging voices fill'd the air with cries; Befpatter Mofes and the priest with blame, Concluding to return from whence they came. "Shall we, fay they, be flatter'd up and down, "In hopes to get a country of our own?

And now we come, and have this land furvey'd, What can we think but that we are betray'd?

" Thus

"Thus to be brought from Nile's fweet flood with

pain,

"To find a Canaan where we shall be flain;
"Together with our children and our wives,
"Without all hope of quarter for our lives,
"By Canaanitifh fwords! Is this the reft,
" Whereof you told us we should be poffefs'd?"

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A Birth-Day Thought.

ORN with the toils of threefcore years and five, A weary pilgrim, Lord, to thee I come; To beg fupporting grace, till I arrive

At Heav'n, thy promis'd reft, my wish'd for home,

Here's nothing to invite my longer stay,

Among the dark fome melancholy cells.
When fhall I leave this tenement of clay?
Fain would I be where my Redeemer dwells.

Oh! had I but fome generous feraph's wing;
There's nothing should prevail to keep me here:
But with the morning lark I'd mount and fing,
Till I had left earth's gloomy atmosphere.

My foul directed upward ftill,

'Till I fhould reach the glorious courts above : Where endless pleasure my defires fhall fill, And folac'd be with my dear Jefus' love.

With sweet refreshment on such things as these,
My serious thoughts have often been employ'd:
But how much more will happiness increase,
When more than can be thought will be enjoy'd ?

Life decaying, and Death approaching.

WHAT various turns of changing providence
On mortal state perpetually attend?

No fooner doth our feeble life commence,
But we are always hafting to our end.

Affurance is my comfortable stay,

Yet doubts intruding, often make it start: But when by Faith these are remov’d away, Renewing comforts chear my panting heart.

Pleasures and pains, by their alternate course,

Raise and deprefs the mind with joy and forrow: These sweetly draws, and these as strongly force, And this day's laughter melts in tears to-morrow.

The length'ning fhadows of the setting fun,
And fainting beams of its declining light,
Declare how near my day of life is done,
And all things call to bid the world good night.

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I know my days on earth are numb'red all,
The end is certain, fixt in Heav'ns decree :
Lord, make me ready to receive thy call;
What, where, and howsoever it shall be.

The Soul's Defire of Removing.

LONG have I fojourn'd in this weary land, Where fins and forrows ev'ry where abound: Soul-threat'ning dangers, see how thick they stand, Snares and temptations compafs all around.

'Tis an unhealthy clime, where vapours rife, Whose peftilential influences fhed

Malignant fumes beneath the gloomy skies, Which wound the heart, and ftupify the head.

When fhall my foul obtain a kind remove?
These fleshy shackles broke, and I set free
From this dark dungeon? Soon I'd mount above,
To see my God, the Man who dy'd for me.

My guardian angel come and lead the way,
Affift my footsteps in the facred road:
I'll follow on through realms of endless day,
Unto the palace of my Father-God:

Where