in I must be judged according to my works. I. know not how soon I may fall into this sleep; therefore, Lord, grant that I may live every day in thy fight, as I desire to appear the laft day in thy presence.

STILL out of the deepest abyss

Of trouble I mournfully cry;
And pine to recover“my peace,

And see my Redeemer and die.
I cannot I cannot forbear

These paffionate longings for home;
O! when will my spirit be there?

O! when will the messenger come?
Thy nature I long to put on,

Thy image on earth to regain;
And then in the grave to lie down

This burden of body and pain.
O! Jesus in pity draw near,

And lull me to sleep on thy breast 3
Appear to my rescue, appear,

And gather me into thy reft.
To take a poor fagitive in,

The arms of thy mercy display,
And give me to rest from all fin,

And bear me triumphant away.
Away from this world of diftress,

Away to the mansions above;
The heaven of seeing thy face

The heaven of feeling thy love.

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The Soul's Communion. THE nearer the moon draweth into conjunction with the sun, the brighter it shines towards the heavens, and the obscurer it shews towards the earth; so the nearer the soul draws into com

2 munion with Jesus Christ, the comelier it is in

of the spouse, and the blacker it appears in the fight of the world. He that is a precious Christian to the Lord, is a precise puritan to the world; he that is glorious to a heavenly faint, is odious to an earthly spirit ; but it is a sign thou

3 art an Egyptian, when that cloud which is a light to an Ifraelite, is darkness to thee.

It is a fign thou movest in a terrestrial orb, when thou seeft no luftre in such celestial lights ; for my part if I shine to God, I care not how I show to the world.


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SWEET as a hepherd's tuneful reed,

From Sion's mount I heard the sound;
Gay fprang the dowrets of the mead,

And glądden'd nature smil'd around,
The voice of peace faletes mine car;
Christ's lovely voice perfumes the air.

Peace, troubled foul, whose plaintive moan,

Hath taught these rocks the note of woc ;
Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan,

And let thy tears forget to flow.
Behold, the precious balm is found,
Which lulls thy pain, which kcals thy wound.

: Come, freely come, by sin opprell,

Unburthen here the weighty load,
Here find thy refuge, and thy rest,

Safe on the bosom of thy God.
Thy God's thy Saviour's glorious word !
That Sheaths th' avenger's

glitt'ring fword.
As spring the winter, day the night,

Peace forrow's gloom shall chace away ;
And smiling joy, a feraph bright,

Shall tend thy steps, and near thee ftay,
Whilft glory waves th' immortal crown,
And waits to claim thee for her own.

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A Christian's support under aflictions.

IT was proudly said by Cæsar, crossing (unknown) the sea, being in a little bark, in a tempeftuous storm, when they were ready to be swallowed up by the waves, perceiving the courage of the pilot to fail, Fear not, for thou car. rieft Cæfar. How truly may a gracious spirit say in the midst of all afflictions, and tribulations, Fear nothing, O my soul, thou carrieft Jesus Chrift! What, though the windows of heaven be opened for a storm, or the fountains of the deep broken up for a flood, afflictions from above, troubles from below; yet God who fits in heaven will not caft away his Son, Christ who lives in me will not let me fink; the swelling

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waves, I know, are but to set me nearer heaven, and the deeps are but to make me awake


mafter. Prize thy Chrift; they shall not drown thee; therefore they cannot daunt me; for while I fail with Christ, I am sure to land with Chrift, 1. LET me thou fov'reign Lord of all,

Low at thy footstool humbly fall;
And while I feel amiction's rod,

Be still, and know that thou art God, 2. When, or wherever thou shalt smite,

I'll own thee kind, I'll own thee right;
And underneath the heaviest load,

Be still, and know that thou art God. 3. Dost thou my earthly comforts stay,

And take beloved ones away ;
Yet will my soul revere the rod,

Be ftill, and know that thou art God, 4. Then be my trials great or small,

There's sure a needs-be for them all ;
Thus, then, thy dealings I'll applaud,

Be still, and know that thou art God."
5. Let me not murmur, nor repine,

Under these trying strokes of thine ;
But, while I walk the mournful roade.

Be still, and know that thou art God,
6. Still let this truth fupport my mind,

Thou canst not err, nor be unkind;
And thus may I improve the rod,
Be still, and know that thou art God,

7. Thy love thou'lt make in heaven appear,

In all I've borne and suffer'd here;
Let me till brought to that abode,

Be still, and know that thou art God. 8. There, when my happy foul shall rife

To joys and Jesus in the skies :
I fhall, as ranfom'd by his blood,
Forever fing, thou art my


God's presence makes all conditions com


WHERE the king is, there is the court ; and where the presence of God is, there is heaven. Art thou in prison with St. Paul and Silas, if God is with thee thou wilt fing thy hallelujahs. Art thou at the stake with blefled martyrs ; as the beams of the fun put out the fire, so the beams of God's countenance put out the flames, and turn their troubles into comforts ; so that 'tis but winking, and thou art in heaven. Therefore that foul which enjoys the Lord, though it may want the sun or moon to shine in creature comforts, worldly delights to solace it ; yet it needs them not, for the glory of God doth enhighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof; God himself irradiates it with the brightness of his beauty, and Chrilt himself fills it with joy unspeakable, and full of glory.

This God


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