Profaneness in my head;
Defects and darkness in my breast;
A noise of paffions ringing me, for dead,
Unto a place where is no rest,-
Poor Prieft! thus am I dreft.
I have; another heart and breast; Another mufic, making live, not dead! Without Whom I could have no reft: In Him I am well dreft.
Christ is my only head;
My alone, only heart and breast;
My only mufic, ftriking me e'en dead,
That to the old man I may reft,
And be in Him new dreft.
So, holy in my head;
Perfect and light in my dear breast ;
My doctrine tuned by Christ, who is not dead,
But lives in me, while I do rest:
Come, people; Aaron's dreft.
HUS to relieve the wretched was his
And e'en his failings lean'd to virtue's
But in his duty prompt, at every call
He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all :
And, as a bird each fond endearment tries
To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies,
He tried each art, reproved each dull delay,
Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
At Church, with meek and unaffected grace,
His looks adorned the venerable place;
Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway,
And fools, who came to fcoff, remained to pray.
His ready fmile a parent's warmth expreffed,
Their welfare pleased him, and their cares diftreffed:
To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given,
But all his ferious thoughts had reft in Heaven.
As fome tall cliff, that lifts its awful form,
Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the ftorm,
Though round its breaft the rolling clouds are spread,
Eternal funfhine fettles on its head.
EEK and lowly, pure and holy,
Chief amongst the bleffed three,
Turning sadness into gladness,
Heaven-born art thou, Charity!
Pity dwelleth in thy bofom,
Kindness reigneth o'er thy heart,
Gentle thoughts alone can fway thee,
Judgment hath in thee no part.
Hoping ever, failing never,
Though deceived believing ftill,
Long abiding, all confiding
To thy Heavenly Father's will.
Never weary of well doing,
Never fearful of the end,
Claiming all mankind as brothers,
Thou doft all alike befriend.
LL I feel, and hear, and see,
God of love, is full of Thee!
Earth with her ten thousand flowers-
Air with all its beams and showers.
Ocean's infinite expanfe-
Heaven's refplendent countenance—
All around and all above,
Hath this record-" God is love."
Sounds among the vales and hills,
In the woods and by the rills,
Of the breeze and of the bird,
By the gentle fummer stirred ;-
All these fongs, beneath, above—
Have one burden-"God is love."
All the hopes and fears that start
From the fountain of the heart;
All the quiet bliss that lies
In our human fympathies ;-
These are voices from above
Sweetly whispering-"God is love."
All I feel and hear and fee-
God of love, is full of Thee.
HEY fin who tell us love can die-
With life all other paffions fly,
All others are but vanity.
In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell,
Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell;
Earthly these paffions of the Earth,
They perish where they have their birth.
But love is indeftructible
Its holy flame for ever burneth,
From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth;
Too oft on earth a troubled gueft,
At times deceived, at times oppreft,
It here is tried and purified,
Then hath in Heaven its perfect reft;
It foweth here with toil and care,
But the harvest time of Love is there.
Oh! when a Mother meets on high
The Babe fhe loft in infancy,
Hath fhe not then, for pains and fears,
The day of woe, the watchful night,
For all her forrow, all her tears,
An overpayment of delight
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