Were half the breath thus vainly spent Your cheerful fong would oftener be, 30. THE LIGHT AND GLORY OF THE WORD. HE Spirit breathes upon the Word, A glory gilds the sacred page, The hand that gave it ftill fupplies Let everlasting thanks be thine, My foul rejoices to pursue The steps of him I love, 31. ON THE DEATH OF A MINISTER. 66 IS mafter taken from his head, And in desponding accents said, But he forgot the Lord who lifts What! when a Paul has run his course, Or when Apollos dies, Is Ifrael left without resource? Yes, while the dear Redeemer lives, 32. THE SHINING LIGHT. M Y former hopes are fled, Ah, whither fhall I fly! I hear the thunder roar; The Law proclaims Destruction nigh, When I review my ways, I dread impending doom: But fure a friendly whisper says, "Flee from the wrath to come." I fee, or think I fee, A glimmering from afar; A beam of day, that fhines for me, Forerunner of the fun,* I'll It marks the Pilgrim's way; gaze upon it while I run, And watch the rising day. 33. THE WAITING SOUL. REATHE from the gentle fouth, O Lord, I wish, Thou know'st, to be resign'd, Pfalm cxxx. 6. Help me to reach the diftant goal; Confirm my feeble knee; Pity the fickness of a foul That faints for love of thee! Cold as I feel this heart of mine, It yields fome hope of life divine I feem forfaken and alone, And every door is fhut but one, There, till the dear Deliverer come, 34. SEEKING THE BELOVED. O those who know the Lord, I speak, my The bridegroom of foul I feek, Oh! when will he appear? Though once a man of grief and shame, Yet now he fills a throne, And bears the greatest, sweetest name, That earth or heaven have known. Grace flies before, and love attends His steps where'er he goes; Though none can see him but his friends, He speaks; obedient to his call Then love in every heart would reign, Such Jefus is, and such his grace, And tell him, when you see his face, 35. LIGHT SHINING OUT OF DARKNESS. OD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, Deep in unfathomable mines He treasures up his bright designs, • Cant. v. 8. |