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2 Let great Jehovah be adored, The eternal, all-sufficient Lord,

He through the world Most High confessed, By whom 't was formed, and is possessed.

3 Awake, our noblest powers, to bless
The God of Abram, God of peace;
Now by a dearer title known,-
Father and God of Christ his Son.

4 Through every age his gracious ear
Is open to his servants' prayer;
Nor can one humble soul complain
That it hath sought its God in vain.

5 What unbelieving heart shall dare

In whispers to suggest a fear,

While still he owns his ancient name ?
The same his power, his love the same.

6 To thee our souls in faith arise,
To thee we lift expecting eyes,
And boldly through the desert tread,
For God will guard where God shall lead.


Looking upward.


1 THE heavens invite mine
The stars salute me round;
Father, I blush, I mourn, to lie
Thus grovelling on the ground.

S. M.


2 My warmer spirits move,
And make attempts to fly;
O would that I had wings of love
To raise me swift and high,-


Beyond those crystal vaults, And all their sparkling balls; They 're but the porches to thy courts, And paintings on thy walls.

4 Vain world, farewell to you;
Heaven is my native air;
I bid my friends a short adieu,
Impatient to be there.





Early Religion.

1 By cool Siloam's shady rill
How sweet the lily grows!
How sweet the breath beneath the hill
Of Sharon's dewy rose!

C. M.


2 Lo, such the child whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod;
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,
Is upward drawn to God!

3 By cool Siloam's shady rill The lily must decay;

The rose that blooms beneath the hill
Must shortly fade away.

4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour Of man's maturer age

Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, And stormy passion's rage!

5 O Thou, who giv'st us life and breath, We seek thy grace alone,

In childhood, manhood, age, and death, To keep us still thine own!

L. M.


"Remember thy Creator."

1 TRULY the light of morn is sweet,
And sweet it is to see the sun;
But, cheerful though the hours may fleet,
And years pass gayly one by one,
O blot not, reckless, from thy mind
The thought of darker days behind!


2 Rejoice, O child of mortal birth!

In all the pride of youth rejoice;
And let the beauteous things of earth
Allure thine eye, invite thy choice;
Yet know, for blessings freely given,
Thine is a large account with Heaven.

3 And O remember, ere the day,

The evil day, of grief shall come,
When all the joy is passed away,
And naught is left but gathering gloom,-
Remember, ere thy pleasures pall,
Him first and last, who gave them all!

C. M.


"Remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth."

1 IN the soft season of thy youth,
In nature's smiling bloom,
Ere age arrive, and trembling wait
Its summons to the tomb, -



2 Remember thy Creator, God;
For him thy powers employ;
Make him thy fear, thy love, thy hope,
Thy confidence, thy joy.

3 He shall defend and guide thy course
Through life's uncertain sea,

Till thou art landed on the shore
Of blest eternity.

4 Then seek the Lord betimes, and choose The path of heavenly truth;

The earth affords no lovelier sight
Than a religious youth.


Early Piety.

1 O, IN the morn of life, when youth
With vital ardor glows,

And shines in all the fairest charms
That beauty can disclose,-

C. M.


2 Deep in thy soul, before its powers
Are yet by vice enslaved,
Be thy Creator's glorious name
And character engraved ;-

3 Ere yet the shades of sorrow cloud
The sunshine of thy days,
And cares and toils, in endless round,
Encompass all thy ways; -

4 Ere yet thy heart the woes of age,
With vain regret, deplore,

And sadly muse on former joys,
That now return no more.

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