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LI.

PRAISE.

HE first-born rose of vernal prime,
That
opes

its bosom rare,
In gentle sighs of fragrant breath

Doth make its morning prayer.

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The Summer bird, on raptured wing,

That cleaves the vaulted sky,
Doth to the great Creator pour

Its gushing minstrelfy.
Rich Autumn, with her fruitful hoard,

Her harvests ripening fair ;
The golden sheaf, and loaded wain,

Doth praise the Giver's care.

Each Winter, in its Sabbath reft,

Adores the King of Might;
And every snow-flake speaks of Him,

Who robes the earth in white.

Thou art His servant, O my soul,

By birth, by choice, by vow; By bounties of each rolling year —

Prove thine allegiance now.

Yea, prove it as each passing day

Unfolds its pinions fleet,
By deeds of love, by thoughts of prayer,

By strains of worship sweet.

be;

Make this brief life a song of praise,

Where'er thy lot may
And learn the language here below
Of Heaven's eternity.

Mrs. SIGOURNEY.

LII.

HOLY SCRIPTURE.

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ON cottager, who weaves at her own

door, Pillow and bobbins all her little store, Content though mean, and cheerful if

not gay,

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Shuffling her threads about the live-long day,-
Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night,
Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light;
She, for her humble sphere by nature fit,
Has little understanding and no wit
Receives no praise ; but though her lot be such
(Toilsome and indigent) she renders much;
Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true-
A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew ;
And in that Charter reads with sparkling eyes,
Her title to a treasure in the kies.
O happy peasant! O unhappy bard !
His the mere tinsel, hers the rich reward;
He praised perhaps for ages yet to come-
She never heard of half a mile from home-
He, loft in errors his vain heart prefers,
She, safe in the fimplicity of hers.

CowPER.

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LIII.

HOLY SCRIPTURE.

HE Spirit breathes upon the Word,

And brings the truth to fight;
Precepts and promises afford

A sanctifying light.

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A glory gilds the facred page,

Majestic like the fun;
It gives a light to every age,

It gives, but borrows none.

The hand that gave it still supplies

The gracious light and heat ; His truths upon the nations rise,

They rise, but never set.

Let everlasting thanks be thine

For such a bright display,
As makes a world of darkness shine

With beams of heavenly day.

My soul rejoices to pursue,

The steps of Him I love,
Till glory breaks upon my view .

In brighter worlds above.

Cowper.

LIV.

HOLY SCRIPTURE.

JERE is the spring whence waters flow,

To quench our heat of fin;
Here is the tree, where truth doth

grow,
To lead our lives therein.

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Here is the Judge that stints the strife,

When men's devices fail ;
Here is the bread, that feeds the life,

Which death cannot affail.

The tidings of salvation dear,

Come to our ears from hence ; The fortress of our faith is here,

And shield of our defence.

Then be not like the Hog, that hath

A pearl at his desire ;
Yet takes more pleasure in the trough,

And wallowing in the mire.
Read not this book in any case,

But with a single eye ;
Read not, but first desire God's grace

To understand thereby.
Stay still in faith, with this respect,
To fructify therein;

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That knowledge may bring this effect,

To mortify thy fin.

Then happy thou, in all thy life,

What so to thee befalls ;
Yea, doubly happy fhalt thou be,

When God, by death, thee calls. *

LV.

THE REDEEMER.

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ND who is He? the vast, the awful

form, Girt with the whirlwind, sandal'd with

the storm ;
A western cloud around His limbs is

spread,
His crown a rainbow, and a sun His head.
To highest Heaven He lifts His kingly hand,
And treads at once the ocean and the land ;
And hark! His voice amid the thunder's roar,
His dreadful voice, that time shall be no more !

Lo! cherub hands the golden courts prepare ;
Lo! thrones arise, and every faint is there;
Earth's utmost bounds confess their awful sway,
The mountains worship, and the isles obey !
Nor fun, nor moon, they need, nor day, nor

night, God is their temple, and the Lamb their light;

* These lines are to be found in the “Bishop's Bible” of 1568.

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