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Bless him, Thou God of love and truth,
Up to a parent's wish.
The beauteous, seraph Sister-band,
With earnest tears I pray,
Guide Thou their steps alway.
When foon or late they reach that coast,
O’er life's rough ocean driy’n, May they rejoice, no wand'rer loft,
A family in Heav'n!
THE Τ Η Ε
PSA L M.
THE man, in life where ever plac’d,
Hath happiness in store,
Nor learns their guilty lore !
Nor from the seat of Scornful Pride
Cafts forth his eyes abroad, But with humility and awe
Still walks before his God.
That man shall flourish like the trees
Which by the streamlets grow ; The fruitful top is spread on high,
And firm the root below.
But he whose blossom buds in guilt
Shall to the ground be cast, And like the rootless stubble tost,
Before the sweeping blast.
For why ? that God the good adore
Hath giv’n them peace and rest, But hath decreed that wicked men
Shall ne'er be truly bleft.
Under the Presure of Violent Anguish.
O Thou great Being! what Thou art
Surpasses me to know :
Are all Thy works below.
Thy creature here before Thee stands,
All wretched and diftreft ;
Obey Thy high beheft.
Sure Thou, Almighty, canft not act
From cruelty or wrath ! 0, free my weary eyes from tears,
, Or close them fast in death !
But if I must afflicted be,
To suit some wise design;
To bear and not repine !