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2 Yet let the sons of grace revive;
God bids the soul that seeks him live;
Calls forth a morning of delight. 3 The seeds of ecstasy unknown
Are in these watered furrows sown;
And with fresh verdure bless our eyes ! 4 In secret foldings they contain
Unnumbered ears of golden grain ;
Till the ripe harvest load the ground.
And find his sheaves, and bear them home:
COWPER. The narrow Way. 1 WHAT thousands never knew the road!
What thousands hate it when 'tis known! None but the chosen tribes of God
Will seek or choose it for their own. 2 A thousand ways in ruin end ;
One only leads to joys on high; By that my willing steps ascend,
Pleased with a journey to the sky. 3 No more I ask or hope to find
Delight or happiness below; Sorrow may well possess the minil
That feeds where thorns and thistles grow. 4 The joy that fades is not for me;
I seek immortal joys above;
The bright reward of faith and love.
DODDRIDGE. The Wisdom of redeeming Time. 1 GOD of eternity, from thee
Did infant Time his being draw; Moments and days, and inonths and years,
Revolve by thine unvaried law. 2 Silent and slow they glide away;
Steady and strong the current flows,
The boundless gulf, from whence it rose. 3 With it the thoughtless sons of men
Before the rapid stream are borne
Whence not one soul can e'er return. 4 Yet while the shore, on either side,
Presents a gaudy, flattering show, We gaze, in fond amusement lost,
Nor think to what a world we go.
To know the price of every hour ;
Beyond its measure, and its power.
Logan. Frailty and Mortality of Man. 1 ALL nature dies, and lives again;
The flower that paints the field, The trees that crown the mountain's brow,
And boughs and blossoms yield, — 2 Resign the honors of their form
At winter's stormy blast,
A desolated waste.
Anew shall deck the plain ; The woods shall hear the voice of spring,
And flourish green again.
Ah! never to return;
The ashes of the urn ?
Its torrents to the main,
From that abyss again.
6 And man, when laid in lonesome grave,
Shall sleep in death's dark gloom,
The slumbers of the tomb.
1 BENEATH our feet and o'er our head
Is equal warning given;
Above us is the heaven.
2 Their names are graven on the stone,
Their bones are in the clay;
Ourselves may be as they.
He lurks in every flower ;
Its peril every hour.
Where'er thy foot can tread,
And warns thee of her dead.
To truths divinely given ;
Shall live for hell or heaven.
C. M. Scotch PARAPHRASES. The Peace of the Grave. Job iii. 17-20. 1 HOW still and peaceful is the grave!
Where, life's vain tumults past, The appointed house, by Heaven's decree,
Receives us all at last. 2 The wicked there from troubling cease;
Their passions rage no more ; And there the weary pilgrim rests
From all the toils he bore.
From slavery's sad abode;
Or dread the tyrant's rod.
Partake the same repose ;
Of those who once were foes.
Lie sleeping in the tomb,
To meet their final doom.
DODDRIDGE. Reflections on the State of our Fathers. 1 HOW swift the torrent rolls,
That bears us to the sea !
To vast eternity!