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ONE can hardly imagine any thing more fublime than the idea which the following passage from Isaiah gives us of the Deity :

". He hath measured the waters in the hollow of his hand-meted out heaven with the spancomprehended the dust of the earth in a meafure. weighed the mountains in scales, and the hills in a balance !”-Where is the human writer, that can produce any thing. equal to this? Where is the reader that can fail to contemplate with admiration, fo ftupendous a Creator and God ;-that can fail to glow with gratitude on the recollection, that this God is his Father ; that can fail to bow with humility, under the sense of his own weakness and unworthinefs ;- and to live in chearful resignation, under the government and protection of fo great, fó good, and so wise a Ruler!

REFLECTIONS on the New YEAR,

THE year is pait-the days, the weeks, the months are flown ; gone, for ever, irrevocably gone, and with them all opportunity to alter or undo, whatever in this period, we have done !- If our actions have been virtuous and amiable; if humanity and benevolence have conducted our {teps ; if justice and honesty have directed our dealings; if religion and truth have influenced our behaviour : what a joy shall we find in the retrospect; We shall have no cause to regret that we are now another year nearer to eternity !.-If, on the other hand, blackness and darkness involve our proceedings; if guilt and shame; if vice and folly only mark the former days.-alas, how sad, how unpleasing the review! -For what have we lived ? Nay, rather let us alk, for what do we live ? And upon this inquiry we may well rejoice in the gracious permifion of Providence, to see another year before us; in which we may redeem the past, in which we may treasure up a happy store for our future comfort and review; if we may be allowed to see another year succeeding

ON PROVIDENCI,

ON PROVIDENCE,
GOD works in a mysterious way

His wonders to perform:
He plants his footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines

Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,

And works his fov’reign will.
Ye feeble faints fresh courage take:
The clouds

ye

so much dread,
Are big with mercy, and shall break

In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,

'But truft him for his grace;
Behind a frowning Providence

He hides a smiling face.
His purposes are rip'ning fast,

Unfolding ev'ry hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste;

But wait to smell the Aow's.
Blind unbelief is sure to err,

And scan his work in vain.
God is his own interpreter,

And he will make it plain.

FLOWERS of rhetoric in sermons, or serious ditcourses, are like the blue and red flowers in corn, pleafing to those who come only for amusement, but prejudicial to him who would reap the profit.

OH, Death!
Where art thou? Death! thou dread of guilt,
Thou with of innocence, affliction's friend,
Tir'd nature calls thee--Come, in mercy come,
And lay me pillow'd in eternal rest,
Von, U.

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On the New YEAR.
GOD of my life, thy constant care,
With blessings crowns the op’ning year ;
This guilty life dost thou prolong,
And wake anew my annual song.

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We yet survive, but who can say,
Or thro' the year, or month, or day,
“ I will retain this vital breath ;
Thus far at least, in league with death?

That breath is thine, eternal God;
--Tis thine to fix my soul's abode :
It holds its life from thee alone
On earth, or in the world unknown.

To thee our spirits we resign;
Make them, and own them ftill as thine ;
So shall they smile secure from fear,
Tho' death should blast the rising year.

Thy children, eager to be gone,
Bid time's impetuous tide roll on,
And land them on that blooming shore,
Where
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and death are known no more. ONE of the most deceitful babbles that ever danced before the eye of human vanity, is wealth. It glitters at a distance, and appears replete with all the requifites effential to earthly felicity; it attracts the attention of numbers from every other object, and kindles in the breasts of its votaries an inextinguishable thirst to acquire it. By'weak minds it is considered as the fummum bonum of fublunary bleffings, and therefore in the attainment of it, such think to exclude every want, to enjoy every satisfaction.

HAPPY

HAPPY he, who.in this short journey called life, while he travels through difficult and thorny roads, or loses himself in the midst of by-paths, pursues his way at least without carrving in his bofom the fad reproach of having ftopped another in the peaceful course of his journey.

ALTHOUGH many and various are the pursuits of mankind after happiness, yet the greatest felicity is a constant sense of the Divine favour. The pleasures which arise to the mind from a pre-eminence of birth, station, and fortune, are of a foreign and extrinsic nature. Hence we daily see multitudes possessed of these benefits, who are utter ftrangers to folid and permanent satisfactions. But the good man, however destitute of those incidental advantages, hath nevertheless an inexhaustible source of comfort within himself...When he quits the crowd, and descends into his breast, he is sure of meeting with the best of company there, GOD, and his own heart. While the consciousnels of his integrity, and the approbation of his Maker, furnish him with a perpetual feast.

FEW know that elegance of soul refin'd,
Whose soft sensation feels a quicker joy
From melancholy's scenes, than the dull pride
Of tasteless splendor and magnificence
Can e'er afford. -

MY GOD, with grateful heart, I'll raise
A daily altar to thy praise ;
Thy friendly hand my course directs,
Thy watchful eye my bed protects.

When danger, woes, or death, are nigh,
Past mercies teach me where to fly;
The same almighty arm can aid,
Now fickness grieves, and pains invade.

To all the various helps of art, Kindly thy healing pow'r impart: Bethefda's bath refus'd to save, Unless an angel bless'd the wave.

All med'eines act by thy decree,
Receive commission all from thee:
And not a plant which spreads the plains
But teems with health when heav'n ordains.

Clay and Siloam's pool we find
At heav'n's command, reitor'd the blind :
Hence Jordan's waters once were seen
To wash a Syrian leper clean.

But grant me nobler favours ftill :
Grant me to know and do thy will.
O purge my soul from ev'ry itain,
And save me from eternal pain.

Can such a wretch for pardon sue ! My crimes, my crimes, arise to view! Arreft my trembling tongue in pray'r, And pour the horrors of despair.

But, oh! regard my contrite fighs,
My tortur'd breast, my streaming eyes :
To me thy boundless love extend,
My God, my Father, and my Friend.

These lovely names I ne'er could plead,
Had not thy Son vouchsaf'd to bleed.
His blood procures for Adam's race
Admittance to the throne of grace,

When vice hath shot its poison'd dart,
And conscious guilt corrodes the heart:
His blood is all-fufficient found
'To draw the shaft, and heal the wound,

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