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207. s. M.

The Happy Change.

1 How bless'd is man, O God!

When first with single eye,
He views the lustre of thy word

The day-spring from on high !
2 Through storms that veil the skies,

And frown on earthly things,
The sun of righteousness breaks forth,

With healing on his wings.
3 Struck by that light, his heart,

A barren soil no more,
Sends shoots of righteousness abroad,

Where follies sprung before. 4 The soul, so dreary once,

Once misery's dark domain,
Feels happiness unknown before,
And owns a heavenly reign.

Cowper, altd.

208. L. M.

Pious Friendship

1 How bless'd the sacred tie that binds

In union sweet, according minds !
How swift the heavenly course they run,

Whose hearts, whose faith, whose hopes are one! 2 To each, the soul of each how dear!

What jealous love, what holy fear!
How doth the generous flame within
Refine from earth, and cleanse from sin !

3 Their streaming eyes together flow

For human guilt and mortal wo;
Their ardent prayers together rise,
Like mingling flames in sacrifice.

4 Together both they seek the place

Where God reveals his awful face :
How high, how strong, their raptures swell,
There's none but kindred souls can tell.

5 Nor shall the glowing flame expire

When nature droops her sickening fire;
Then shall they meet in realms above,
A heaven of joy, because of love.

Mrs. Barbauld.

209. S. M.

Reliance on God, a Remedy for Care. 1 Pet. v. 7. 1 How gracious is our God !

How kind his precepts are! “Come, cast your burden on the Lord,

And trust his constant care."

2

Since he for ever reigns,

We may securely dwell;
That hand which bears all nature up,

Shall guide his children well.

3

( why should anxious thoughts,

Oppress the sinking mind?
Go fail before your Father's throne,

And sweet relief you'll find.

4

Devoutly fear his name,

And know no other fear,
In every scene of life and death
Your helper will be near.

Doddridge

210. L. M.

A Happy Life.

1 How happy is he born and taught,

Who serveth not another's will;
Whose armour is his honest thought,
And simple truth his utmost skill!

2 Whose passions not his masters are,

Whose soul is still prepared for death,
Untied to this vain world by care
Of public fame, or private breath:

3 Who hath his life from rumours freed,

Whose conscience is his strong retreat :
Whose state can neither flatterers feed,

Nor ruin make oppressors great :
4 Who God doth late and early pray

More of his grace than gifts to lend;
Whose heart, as open as the day,
Fears not to call his God his friend.

5 This man is freed from servile bands

Of hope to rise, or fear to fall :
Lord of himself, though not of lands,
He, having nothing, yet hath all.

Sir H. Wotton.

211. C. M.

Heavenly Wisdom. Prov. iii. 13-17.

1 How happy is the man who hears

Instruction's warning voice;
And who celestial wisdom makes

His early, only choice !

2 Wisdom has treasures greater far

Than east or west unfold; And her rewards more precious are

Than is the gain of gold.

3 In her right hand she holds to view

A length of happy days;
Her left, the prize of bright renown

And boundless wealth displays.

4 She guides the young, with innocence

In pleasure's path to tread; A crown of glory she bestows

Upon the hoary head.
5 According as her labours rise,

So her rewards increase ;
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her paths are peace.

Logan.

212. C. M.

A Prospect of the Resurrection.

1 How long shall death the tyrant reign,

And triumph o'er the just ?
How long the blood of martyrs slain

Lie mingled with the dust ?

? Lo! I behold the scattering shades,

The dawn of heaven appears ;
The sweet immortal morning spreads

Its blushes round the spheres.

3. I see the Lord of glory come,

And flaming guards around :
The skies divide to make him room,

The trumpet shakes the ground.

4 I hear the voice, “Ye dead arise;"

And lo! the dead obey ;
And waking saints, with joyful eyes,

Salute the expected day.

5 How will our joy and wonder rise,

When our returning King
Shall bear us homeward through the skies,
On love's triumphant wing!

Watts.

213. L. M.

Christian Privileges and Obligations.

1 How many millions draw their breath

In lands of ignorance and death,
While God allots my share of time,

Within his gospel's favoured clime! 2 Shall I receive this grace in vain ?

Shall I my great vocation stain ?
Away, ye works in darkness wrought !
Away, each sensual, earthly thought !

3 My soul, I charge thee to excel

In thinking right and acting well;
Deep let thy searching powers engage,

Unbiassed, in the sacred page.
4 Heighten the force of good desire;

To deeds of shining worth aspire ;
More firm in fortitude, despise
The world's seducing vanities.

5 Strong and more strong, thy passions rule,

Advancing still in virtue's school;
Contending still, with noble strife,
To imitate thy Saviour's life.

Scott.

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