And will the Eternal Power divine, Whose throne is light's unbounded blaze, While countless worlds and angels join To swell the varying song of praise. Oh, will he lend the listening ear, When abject mortals feebly pray? The feeblest pray'r he stoops to hear, .Nor casts the meanest wretch away. Then, let me serve thee all my days, Whilst love and zeal with years increase į For pleasant, Lord, are all thy ways; Jehovah all thy paths are peace, VERSES FOR THE EVENING. SOFT season of repose, Thy sable curtains spread ; Come, downy sleep, and stretch thy wings Around my weary head. But ah! the lawless range With which my thoughts have stray'd; Through mazy paths of sense and sin, Ah! born to nobler ends, My soul no more pursue These fleeting vanities of life, But bid the world adieu. Thy pity, gracious God, Oh, heal these follies of my mind, Devoted to thy fear, Thy service and thy praise; My God, I would be wholly thine, VERSES FOR THE NEW YEAR. WHILE, with ceaseless course, the sun Hasted through the former year, Many souls their race have run, Never more to meet us here: Fix'd in an eternal state, They have done with all below; We a little longer wait, But how little, none can know. As the winged arrow flies, Speedily the mark to find, As the light'ning from the skies Darts, and leaves no trace behind; Swiftly thus our fleeting days Thanks for mercies past receive; Bless thy word to young and old, ON THE HOLY SCRIPTURES. THE Spirit breathes upon the word, A glory gilds the sacred page, It gives a light to every age,- The hand that gave thee, st Il supplies His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set. L 3 Let everlasting thanks be thine, As makes a world of darkness shine, My soul rejoices to pursue ON THE DEATH OF A CHILD. LIFE is a span, a fleeting hour; Death spreads like winter's frozen arms, Ah! where are now those rising charms, The once lov'd form now cold and dead, But wait the interposing gloom, Behold! stern winter flies; And drest in beauty's fairest bloom, Hope looks beyond the bounds of time; And bloom to fade no more. Cease then, fond nature, cease thy tears, There everlasting spring appears, And joys that cannot die. LET ME GO, FOR THE DAY BREAKETH. CEASE here longer to detain me, Fondest mother, drown'd in woe, See yon orient streak appearing, Hark! a voice the darkness cheering, Lately launched, a trembling stranger, Now my cries shall cease to grieve thee, |