in I must be judged according to my works. I know not how foon I may fall into this fleep; therefore, Lord, grant that I may live every day in thy fight, as I defire to appear the last day in thy prefence.

STILL out of the deepest abyfs
Of trouble I mournfully cry;
And pine to recover my peace,
And fee my Redeemer and die.

I cannot I cannot forbear

These paffionate longings for home;
O! when will my spirit be there?
O! when will the messenger come?

Thy nature I long to put on,

Thy image on earth to regain;
And then in the grave to lie down
This burden of body and pain.

O! Jefus in pity draw near,
And lull me to fleep on thy breaft
Appear to my refcue, appear,
And gather me into thy reft.

To take a poor fugitive in,

The arms of thy mercy difplay,
And give me to reft from all fin,
And bear me triumphant away.
Away from this world of diftrefs,
Away to the mansions above;
The heaven of feeing thy face-
The heaven of feeling thy love.

The Soul's Communion.

THE nearer the moon draweth into conjunction with the fun, the brighter it shines towards the heavens, and the obfcurer it fhews towards the earth; fo the nearer the foul draws into communion with Jefus Chrift, the comelier it is in the eye of the spouse, and the blacker it appears in the fight of the world. He that is a precious Chriftian to the Lord, is a precife puritan to the world; he that is glorious to a heavenly faint, is odious to an earthly spirit; but it is a fign thou art an Egyptian, when that cloud which is a light to an Ifraelite, is darkness to thee. It is a fign thou movest in a terrestrial orb, when thou seeft no luftre in fuch celeftial lights; for my part if I fhine to God, I care not how I fhow to the world. ₹

SWEET as a fhepherd's tuneful reed,
From Sion's mount I heard the found;
Gay fprang the flowrets of the mead,
And gladden'd nature smil'd around,
The voice of peace falutes mine ear;
Chrift's lovely voice perfumes the air..

Peace, troubled foul, whofe plaintive moan,
Hath taught these rocks the note of woe;
Cease thy complaint, fupprefs thy groan,
And let thy tears forget to flow.
Behold, the precious balm is found,

Which lulls thy pain, which heals thy wound.

Come, freely come, by fin opprefl,
Unburthen here the weighty load,
Here find thy refuge, and thy reft,
Safe on the bofom of thy God.
Thy God's thy Saviour's glorious word!
That sheaths th' avenger's glitt'ring fword.
As fpring the winter, day the night,
Peace forrow's gloom fhall chace away;
And fmiling joy, a feraph bright,

Shall tend thy fteps, and near thee stay,
Whilft glory waves th' immortal crown,
And waits to claim thee for her own.

A Christian's support under afflictions.

IT was proudly faid by Cæfar, croffing (unknown) the fea, being in a little bark, in a tempeftuous ftorm, when they were ready to be fwallowed up by the waves, perceiving the courage of the pilot to fail, Fear not, for thou carrieft Cæfar. How truly may a gracious fpirit say in the midst of all afflictions, and tribulations, Fear nothing, O my foul, theu carrieft Jefus Chrift! What, though the windows of heaven be opened for a ftorm, or the fountains of the deep broken up for a flood, afflictions from above, troubles from below; yet God who fits in heaven will not caft away his Son, Chrift who lives in me will not let me fink; the swelling

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waves, I know, are but to fet me nearer heaven, and the deeps are but to make me awake mafmy Prize thy Chrift; they shall not drown thee; therefore they cannot daunt me; for while I fail with Chrift, I am fure to land with Chrift. 1. LET me thou fov'reign Lord of all, Low at thy footftool humbly fall; And while I feel affliction's rod, Be ftill, and know that thou art God, 2. When, or wherever thou shalt fmite, I'll own thee kind, I'll own thee right; And underneath the heaviest load,

Be ftill, and know that thou art God.

3. Doft thou my earthly. comforts ftay,
And take beloved ones away ;
Yet will my foul revere the rod,
Be ftill, and know that thou art God,

4. Then be my trials great or small,
There's fure a needs-be for them all;
Thus, then, thy dealings I'll applaud,
Be ftill, and know that thou art God.
5. Let me not murmur, nor repine,

Under thefe trying ftrokes of thine;
But, while I walk the mournful road,
Be ftill, and know that thou art God,
6. Still let this truth fupport my mind,
Thou canst not err, nor be unkind;
And thus may I improve the rod,
Be ftill, and know that thou art God.

7. Thy love thou'lt make in heaven appear,
In all I've borne and fuffer'd here;
Let me till brought to that abode,

Be ftill, and know that thou art God.
8. There, when my happy foul fhall rife
To joys and Jefus in the skies:
I fhall, as ranfom'd by his blood,
Forever fing, thou art my God.

God's presence makes all conditions comfortable.

WHERE the king is, there is the court; and where the prefence of God is, there is heaven. Art thou in prifon with St. Paul and Silas, if God is with thee thou wilt fing thy hallelujahs. Art thou at the ftake with blefed martyrs; as the beams of the fun put out the fire, fo the beams of God's countenance put out the flames, and turn their troubles into comforts; fo that 'tis but winking, and thou art in heaven. Therefore that foul which enjoys the Lord, though it may want the fun or moon to fhine in creature comforts, worldly delights to folace it; yet it needs them not, for the glory of God doth enlighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof; God himself irradiates it with the brightness of his beauty, and Chrit himself fills it with joy unfpeakable, and full of glory. This God

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