When my foul is o'erwhelm'd by the waves of diftress, And doubt and defpair my faint fpirits opprefs,

May the Beacon of Faith, beaming bright from above,
Guide my tempeft-toft bark to Thy harbour of love!

When disease this corruptible form fhall affail,
And human affiftance no more can avail,

Be Thy mercy my stay when I draw my laft breath, And Thy grace my fupport through the valley of death!

And oh! when the trumpet fhall found from on high,
And the Saviour and Judge fhall appear in the sky,
May I hear the words fpoken, "Thy fins are forgiven,"
May my portion be that of the bleffed in heaven!
C. A. S.

III.

GOD THE FATHER.

PRAISED the earth, in beauty feen
With garlands gay of various green;
I praised the sea, whofe ample field
Shone glorious as a filver fhield;

And earth and ocean feem'd to say, "Our beauties are but for a day!"

I praised the fun, whofe chariot roll'd
On wheels of amber and of gold;
I praised the moon, whose fofter eye
Gleam'd sweetly through the fummer sky!

And moon and fun in anfwer faid,
"Our days of light are numbered!"

O God! O Good beyond compare!
If thus Thy meaner works are fair,
If thus Thy bounties gild the fpan
Of ruin'd earth and finful man,
How glorious muft the manfion be,

Where Thy redeem'd fhall dwell with Thee!

BISHOP HEBER.

IV.

GOD THE FATHER.

HE Lord of might, from Sinai's brow,
Gave forth His voice of thunder;
And Ifrael, on earth below,

Outftretched in fear and wonder,
Beneath His feet was pitchy night,
And at His left hand and His right,
The rocks were rent afunder!

The Lord of love, on Calvary,
A meek and fuffering ftranger,
Upraised to heaven His languid eye,
In nature's hour of danger.

For us He bore the weight,
For us He gave His blood to flow,

And met His Father's anger.

The Lord of love, the Lord of might,

The King of all created,

Shall back return to claim His right,
On clouds of glory feated;
With trumpet-found and angel-fong,

And hallelujahs loud and long,

O'er death and hell defeated!

BISHOP HEBER.

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V.

GOD THE SON.

ORD! let my heart ftill turn to Thee,
In all my hours of waking thought,
Nor let this heart e'er wish to flee,
Or think, or feel, where Thou art not!

every hour of pain and woe,

When nought on earth this heart can cheer, When fighs will burft and tears will flow, Lord, hufh the figh and chafe the tear.

In every dream of earthly blifs,

Do Thou, dear Jefus, prefent be; Nor let a thought of happiness

On earth intrude apart from Thee!

To my laft lingering thought at night,
Do thou, Lord Jefus, ftill be near;
And e'er the dawn of opening light,
In ftill fmall accents wake mine ear.

Whene'er I read Thy facred Word,
Bright on the page in glory fhine;
And let me fay, "This precious Lord
In all his full falvation's mine."

And when before the throne I kneel,

Hear from that throne of grace my prayer, And let each hope of heaven I feel

Burn with the thought to meet Thee there.

Thus teach me, Lord, to look to Thee
In every hour of waking thought;
Nor let me ever wish to be,

Or think, or feel, where Thou art not !

LADY POWERSCOURT.

VI.

GOD THE SON.

HOU bleffed Saviour, facred Spring,
As clear as cryftal glistening;

Thou ftream of bleffing, pure and
free,

All fplendour of the Cherubim,

And holinefs of Seraphim,

Is darkness when compared with Thee!

O Thou my pattern here,

Make me Thy image bear;
My all in all,

Oh, teach Thou me,

And let me be,

All pure and holy like to Thee.

Oh, gentle Jefus, as Thy will
Was fubject to thy Father's ftill,

Yea, even unto death refigned;
Oh, let me thus like Thee be paffive,
My heart and will to Thee fubmiffive,
Guided entirely by Thy mind;
Like Thee may I be mild,

And gentle as a child,

As docile too!

Ah, teach Thou me,

And let me be

Meek and obedient, like Thee.

THOLUCK.

VII.

GOD THE SON.

JESUS, my Lord, 'tis fweet to reft
Upon Thy tender, loving breaft,
Where deep compaffions ever roll
Towards my helpless, weary foul.

Thy love, my Saviour, dries my tears,
Expels my griefs, and calms my fears;
Sheds light and gladness o'er my heart,
And bids each anxious thought depart.

Bleft foretafte this of joys to come
In Thy eternal, heavenly home;
Where I shall see Thy fmiling face,
And know Thy rich, unfathomed grace.