No accents flow, no words ascend, "THE PEACE OF GOD, WHICH PASSETH ALL UNDER STANDING." THE world with stones, instead of bread, Our hungry souls has often fed; It promised health,-in one short hour Lord! with the barren service spent, A joy its children never know. 66 FOOLS MAKE A MOCK AT SIN!" WHO laughs at sin, laughs at his Maker's frowns; Laughs at the sword of vengeance o'er his head; Laughs at the great Redeemer's tears and wounds, Who, but for sin, had never wept or bled. Who laughs at sin, laughs at the numerous woes Who laughs at sin, laughs at his own disease; Welcomes approaching torments with his smiles; Dares at his soul's expense his fancy please, Affronts his God, himself of bliss beguiles. Who laughs at sin, sports at his guilt and shame; Laughs at the errors of his senseless mind : For so absurd a fool, there wants a name, Expressive of a folly so refined. HE KEEPETH THE FEET OF HIS SAINTS." THRICE Comfortable hope, That calms the troubled breast My Father's hand prepares the cup, And what He wills is best. His skill infallible, His providential grace, His power and truth, that never fail, Shall order all my ways. The fancied powers of chance And fortune, I defy; My life's minutest circumstance Is subject to His eye. He hears the raven's call; Nor can His children grieve, Nor can a worthless sparrow fall, Without my Father's leave. T |