3 Sometimes the mind beholds again

The past day's business in review;
Resumes the pleasure or the pain,

And sometimes all we meet is new.
4 What schemes we forn), what pains we take!
We fight, we run, we fly, we fall;
Bụt all is ended when we wake,

We scarcely then a trace recall.
5 But though our dreams are often wild,

Like clouds before the driving storm;
Yet some important may be styl’d,

Sent to admonish or inform.
6 What mighty agents have access,

What friends from heav'n, or foes from hell, Our minds to comfort or distress,

When we are sleeping, who can tell? 7 One thing, at least, and 'tis enough,

We learn from this surprising fact;
Our dreams afford sufficient proof,

The soul, without the flesh, can act. 8 This life, which mortals so esteem,

That many choose it for their all, They will confess, was but a dream, When 'waken'd by death's awful call,

xcix. · The World..

I SEE, the world for youth prepares,

Harlot like, her gaudy snares!
Pleasures round her seem to wait,
But 'tis all a painted cheat.

2 Rash and unsuspecting youth

Thinks to find thee always smooth,
Always kind, till better taught,

By experience dearly bought. 8 So the calm, but faithless sea

(Lively emblem, world, of thee) Tempts the shepherd from the shore,

Foreign regions to explore.
4 While no wrinkled wave is seen,

While the sky remains serene,
Filld with hopes, and golden schemes

Of a storm he little dreams.
5 But ere long the tempest raves,

Then he trembles at the waves;
Wishes then he had been wise,

But too late-he sinks and dies.
6 Hapless thus, are they, vain world,

Soon on rocks of ruin hurld,
Who admiring thee, 'untry'd,
Court thy pleasure, wealth, or pride.
Such a shipwreck had been mine,
Had not Jesus (name divine !)
Sav'd me with a mighty hand,

And restor'd my soul to land. 8 Now, with gratitude I raise

Ebenezers to his praise; '
Now my rash pursuits are o'er,
I can trust thee, world, no more.

1 BLINDED in youth by Satan's arts,
The world to our unpractis'd hearts

A flatt'ring prospect shows;
Our fancy forms a thousand schemes
Of gay delights, and golden dreams,

And undisturb'd repose.
2 So in the desert's dreary waste,
By magic pow'r produc'd in haste

(As ancient fables say), Castles, and groves, and music sweet, The senses of the trav’ller meet,

And stop hin in his way. 3 But while he listens with surprise, The charm dissolves, the vision dies,

'Twas but enchanted ground: Thus if the Lord our spirit touch, The world, which promis'd us so much,

A wilderness is found.
4 At first we start, and feel distress’d,
Convinc'd we never can have rest

In such a wretched place;
But he whose mercy breaks the charm,
Reveals his own Almighty arm,

And bids us seek his face.
5 Then we begin to live indeed,
When from our sin and bondage freed

By this beloved Friend;
We follow him from day to day,
Assur'd of grace through all the way,

And glory at the end.

ON THE RISE, PROGRESS, CHANGES, AND COMFORTS

OF THE SPIRITUAL LIFE;

(Under the following heads) :

1. SOLEMN ADDRESSES TO SINNERS. ' VII. PRAISE. II. SEEKING, PLEADING, HOPING. VIII. SHORT HYMNS. III. CONFLICT.

BEFORE SERMON. IV, COMFORT.

AFTER SERMON. V. DEDICATION AND SURRENDER.

GLORIA PATRI. VI. CAUTIONS.

I. SOLEMN ADDRESSES TO SINNERS.

HYMN I. Expostulation.
i No words can declare,

No fancy can paint,
What rage and despair,
What hopeless complaint,
Fill Satan's dark dwelling,
The prison beneath;
What weeping and yelling,

And gnashing of teeth! ***
2 Yet sinners will choose

This dreadful abode;
Each madly pursues
The dangerous road;

Though God give them warning,
They onward will go;
They answer with scorning,

And rush upon woe. 3 How sad to behold

The rich and the poor,
The young and the old,
All blindly secure!
All posting to ruin,
Refusing to stop;
Ah! think what you're doing,

While yet there is hope ! 4 How weak is your hand,

To fight with the Lord!
How can you withstand
The edge of his sword?
What hope of escaping
For those who oppose,
When hell is wide gaping
To swallow his foes !

5 How oft have you dar'd

The Lord to his face!
Yet still you are spar'd
To hear of his grace;
Oh! pray for repentance
And life-giving faith,
Before the just sentence

Consign you to death. 6 It is not too late

To Jesus to flee,
His mercy is great,
His pardon is free!