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Through every period of my life,
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death in distant worlds
The glorious theme renew.

When Nature fails, and day and night
Divide Thy works no more,
My ever grateful heart, O LORD,
Thy mercy shall adore.

Through all eternity to Thee
A joyful song I'll raise,
For oh! eternity's too short

To utter all Thy praise.

GOD'S PROVIDENTIAL CARE.-Addison.

How are Thy servants blest, O LORD!

How sure is their defence!

Eternal Wisdom is their guide,

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Their help, Omnipotence.

In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Supported by Thy care,

Through burning climes I pass'd unhurt,
And breath'd untainted air.

Thy mercy sweeten'd ev'ry soil,
Made every region please;
The hoary Alpine hills it warm'd,
And smooth'd the Tyrrhene seas.

Think, O my soul, devoutly think,
How with affrighted eyes,
Thou saw'st the wide extended deep
In all its horrors rise!

Confusion dwelt in every face,

And fear in every heart;

When waves on waves, and gulphs in gulphs,
O'ercame the pilot's art.:

Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord,
Thy mercy set me free,

Whilst in the confidence of pray'r,
My soul took hold on Thee.

For though in dreadful whirls we hung
High on the broken wave,

I knew Thou wert not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save.

The storm was laid, the winds retir'd,
Obedient to Thy will;

The sea, that roar'd at Thy command,
At Thy command was still.

In midst of dangers, fears, and` death,
Thy goodness I'll adore,

And praise Thee for Thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.

My life, if Thou preserv'st my life,
Thy sacrifice shall be;

And death, when death must be my doom,
Shall join my soul to Thee.

DAY OF JUDGMENT.-Addison.

WHEN rising from the bed of Death,
O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,

I see my Maker, face to face,
O how shall I appear!

If yet, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,

My heart with inward horror shrinks,

And trembles at the thought;

When Thou, O LORD, shalt stand disclos'd,

In majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul,

O! how shall I appear!

But thou hast told the troubled mind,
Who does her sins lament,
The timely tribute of her tears
Shall endless woe prevent.

Then see my sorrows, O my God,
Ere yet it be too late;

And hear my SAVIOUR'S dying groans,
To give those sorrows weight.

For never shall my soul despair

Her pardon to procure,

Who knows thine only Son has died

To make her pardon sure.

ADDRESS TO THE DEITY.-Merrick.

PART I.

GOD of my health, whose tender care
First gave me pow'r to move,
How shall my thankful heart declare
The wonders of Thy love?
While void of thought and sense I lay,
Dust of my parent earth,

Thy breath inform'd the sleeping clay,
And call'd me to the birth.

From Thee the parts their fashion took,
And, ere my life begun,
Within the volume of Thy book
Were written one by one.
Thine eye beheld in open view

The yet unfinish'd plan;

The shadowy lines Thy pencil drew,
And form'd the future man.

Oh! may this frame, which rising grew
Beneath thy plastic hands,

Be studious ever to pursue
Whate'er Thy will commands.

The soul which moves this earthly load,
Thy semblance let it bear,
Nor lose the traces of the GOD,
Who stamp'd His image there.

PART II.

Thou, who within this earthly shrine
Hast pour'd Thy quick'ning ray,
Oh! let Thy influence on me shine,
And purge each mist
each mist away.

With curious search let others ask
Through Nature's depth to see;
Oh! teach my soul the better task,
To know itself and Thee.

Teach me to know how weak the mind,
That yields to erring pride;
And make my doubting reason find
Thy word its safest guide.
Let me not, lost in learning's maze,
Religion's flame resign:

For what's the worth of human praise,
Compared, my GoD, to Thine?

Keep in my soul the strong delight,
The hopes that in me rise,

While Faith presents before my sight
The bliss that never dies.

Oh! be those hopes my only boast,
That faith my whole employ;
Till faith in knowledge shall be lost,
And hope in fullest joy.

PART III.

Where'er I turn my wakeful thought,
Unnumber'd foes I see;

Guide of my youth, forsake me not,
But lead me safe to Thee,

As on I press, distrust and doubt
Dissuasive step between ;

While pleasures tempt me from without,
And passions war within.

Yet fix'd on Thee, I lose each fear,
Each vain assault I brave;

I know Thee, LORD, not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save.

Oh! cast my errors from Thy sight,
And let them pass away
Unheeded, as a watch by night,
Or as a cloud by day.

So while, in secret thought arraign'd,
O'er my past life I go,
And mark how oft I urg'd Thy hand
To strike th' avenging blow:
So oft shall my repeated lays
My thankful heart declare,
And joy to celebrate Thy praise,
Whose mercy deign'd to spare.

ON THE WORKS OF CREATION.

BEAUTY Complete, and majesty divine,
In all Thy works, ador'd Creator, shine.
Where'er I cast my wond'ring eyes around,
The GOD I seek in every part is found.
Pursuing Thee, the flow'ry fields I trace,
And read Thy name on ev'ry spire of grass.
I follow Thee thro' many a lonely shade,
And find Thee in the solitary glade.
I meet Thee in the kind refreshing gale,
That gently passes thro' the dewy vale.
The pink, the jasmin, and the purple rose,
Perfum'd by Thee, their fragrant leaves disclose.
The feather'd choir, that welcome in the spring,
By Thee were taught their various notes to sing.
By Thee the Morning in her crimson vest
And ornaments of golden clouds is drest.

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