LVII.

EARLY RISING.

OFT flumbers now mine eyes forfake,
My powers are all renewed;
May my freed spirit too awake
With heavenly strength endued.

Thou filent murderer, floth, no more
My mind imprisoned keep;

Nor let me wafte another hour
With thee, thou felon fleep.

Think, O my foul, could dying men
One lavished hour retrieve,

Though spent in tears, and paffed in pain,
What treasures would they give!

But feas of pearls, and mines of gold,
Were offered then in vain ;
Their pearl of countless price is fold,
And where's the promised gain?

Lord, when Thy day of dread account,
For fquandered hours fhall come,
Oh! let not this increase th' amount,
And fwell the former fum.

Teach me in health each good to prize,
I dying fhall efteem;

And every pleasure to despise,

I then fhall worthlefs deem.

For all Thy wondrous mercies past,
My grateful voice I'll raife,

While thus I quit my bed of reft,

Creation's Lord to praise.

HANNAH MOORE.

LVIII.

HOLY SCRIPTURE.

ON cottager, who weaves at her own
door,

Pillow and bobbins all her little ftore,—
Content though mean, and cheerful if

not gay,

Shuffling her threads about the live-long day,—

Juft earns a fcanty pittance, and at night,
Lies down fecure, her heart and pocket light;
She, for her humble sphere by nature fit,
Has little understanding and no wit-
Receives no praife; but though her lot be fucn
(Toilfome and indigent) fhe renders much;
Juft knows, and knows no more, her Bible true-
A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew;
And in that Charter reads with sparkling eyes,
Her title to a treasure in the skies.

O happy peasant! O unhappy bard!
His the mere tinfel, hers the rich reward;
He praised perhaps for ages yet to come.
She never heard of half a mile from home-
He, loft in errors his vain heart prefers,
She, fafe in the fimplicity of hers.

COWPER.

LIX.

HOLY SCRIPTURE.

HE Spirit breathes upon the Word,
And brings the truth to fight;
Precepts and promises afford
A fanctifying light.

A glory gilds the facred page,
Majestic like the fun;
It gives a light to every age,
It gives, but borrows none.

The hand that gave it still supplies
The gracious light and heat;
His truths upon the nations rise,
They rife, but never set.

Let everlasting thanks be thine
For fuch a bright display,

As makes a world of darkness shine
With beams of heavenly day.

My foul rejoices to pursue

The steps of Him I love,

Till glory breaks upon my view
In brighter worlds above.

COWPER.

LX.

HOLY SCRIPTURE.

ERE is the fpring whence waters flow,
To quench our heat of fin;

Here is the tree, where truth doth

grow,

To lead our lives therein.

Here is the Judge that stints the strife,
When men's devices fail;

Here is the bread, that feeds the life,
Which death cannot affail.

The tidings of falvation dear,
Come to our ears from hence;
The fortrefs of our faith is here,
And fhield of our defence.

Then be not like the Hog, that hath
A pearl at his defire;

Yet takes more pleasure in the trough,
And wallowing in the mire.

Read not this book in any case,

But with a fingle eye;

Read not, but first defire God's grace

To understand thereby.

Stay ftill in faith, with this refpect,

To fructify therein ;

That knowledge may bring this effect,
To mortify thy fin.

Then happy thou, in all thy life,
What fo to thee befalls;

Yea, doubly happy fhalt thou be,
When God, by death, thee calls.*

LXI.

THE REDEEMER.

IND who is He? the vaft, the awful form,

A

Girt with the whirlwind, fandal'd with the ftorm?

A western cloud around His limbs is

spread,

His crown a rainbow, and a fun His head.
To highest Heaven He lifts His kingly hand,
And treads at once the ocean and the land;
And hark! His voice amid the thunder's roar,
His dreadful voice, that time fhall be no more!

Lo! cherub hands the golden courts prepare;
Lo! thrones arise, and every faint is there;
Earth's utmost bounds confefs their awful sway,
The mountains worship, and the isles obey!
Nor fun, nor moon, they need,―nor day, nor
night,-

God is their temple, and the Lamb their light;

* These lines are to be found in the "Bishops' Bible" of 1568.