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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 see my Redeemer and die.
These paffionate longings for home;
O! when will the messenger come?
Thy image on earth to regain;
This burden of body and pain.
And lull me to sleep on thy breast 3
And gather me into thy reft.
The arms of thy mercy display,
And bear me triumphant away.
Away to the mansions above;
The heaven of feeling thy love.
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.
SWEET as a hepherd's tuneful reed,
From Sion's mount I heard the sound;
And glądden'd nature smil'd around,
Peace, troubled foul, whose plaintive moan,
Hath taught these rocks the note of woc ;
And let thy tears forget to flow.
: Come, freely come, by sin opprell,
Unburthen here the weighty load,
Safe on the bosom of thy God.
Peace forrow's gloom shall chace away ;
Shall tend thy steps, and near thee ftay,
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
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;
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;
Be still, and know that thou art God. 3. Dost thou my earthly comforts stay,
And take beloved ones away ;
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 ;
Be still, and know that thou art God."
Under these trying strokes of thine ;
Be still, and know that thou art God,
Thou canst not err, nor be unkind;
7. Thy love thou'lt make in heaven appear,
In all I've borne and suffer'd here;
Be still, and know that thou art God. 8. There, when my happy foul shall rife
To joys and Jesus in the skies :
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.