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fins before I die,

Pardon my

And blot them from thy book,

Remember all the dying pains
That my Redeemer felt;

And let his blood wash out my stains,
And answer for my guilt,

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may I now for ever fear

T' indulge a finful thought,

Since the great God can fee and hear,

And write down every fault.

HYMN,

THOU didft, O mighty God! exist

Ere time began its race; Before the ample elements

Fill'd up the void of space;

Before the pond'rous earthly globe
In fluid air was stay'd;

Before the ocean's mighty fprings
Their liquid ftores difplay'd:

WATTS,

Ere through the gloom of ancient night
The ftreaks of light appear'd;
Before the high celestial arch;
Or starry poles were rear'd;

Before the loud melodious fpheres
Their tuneful round begun ;
Before the shining roads of heav'n
Were measur'd by the fun;

Ere through the empyrean courts
One hallelujah rung ;

Or to their harps the fons of light
Ecftatic anthems fung:

Ere men ador'd, or angels knew,
Or prais'd thy wond'rous name;
Thy blifs, O facred Spring of Life!
Thy glory, was the fame.

And when the pillars of the world
With fudden ruin break,

And all this vaft and goodly frame
Sinks in the mighty wreck ;

When from her orb the moon shall start,

Th' aftonifh'd fun roll back, And all the trembling ftarry lamps.

Their ancient course forfake;

For ever permanent and fix'd,
From agitation free,

Unchang'd in everlasting years,

Shall thy existence be..

MRS. ROWE.

ADDRESS TO THE DEITY.

✪ THOU great arbiter of life and death!
Nature's immortal, immaterial Sun!
Whofe all-prolific beam late call'd me forth
From darknefs, teeming darkness, where I lay
The worn's inferior, and in rank beneath
The duft I tread on, high to bear my brow,
To drink the fpirit of the golden day;

And triumph in existence; and couldst know
No motive, but my blifs; and haft ordain'd
A rife in bleffing! with the Patriarch's joy,`
Thy call I follow to the land unknown.

I truft in thee, and know in whom I truft;
Or life, or death, is equal; neither weighs!
All weight in this-O let me live to Thee!

YOUNG.

THE VANITY OF WEALTH.

NO more thus brooding o'er yon heap,
With Av'rice painful vigils keep;
Still unenjoy'd the prefent ftore,
Still endlef's fighs are breath'd for more:
O! quit the fhadow, catch the prize,
Which not all India's treafure buys!
To purchase Heav'n has gold the pow'r?
Can gold remove the mortal hour?
In life can Love be bought with gold?
Are Friendship's pleasures to be fold?
No-all that's worth a wish-a thought,
Fair Virtue gives unbrib'd, unbought.
Cease then en trash thy hopes to bind;
Let nobler views engage thy mind.

DR. JOHNSON.

A PARAPHRASE ON PART OF THE SIXTH CHAPTER OF ST. MATTHEW.

WHEN

my breast labours with oppreffive cart, And o'er my cheeks defcends the falling tear; While all my warring paffions are at strife, Oh let me liften to the words of life! Raptures deep-felt his doctrine did impart, And thus he rais'd from earth the drooping heart.. “Think not, when all your scanty stores afford Is spread at once upon the fparing board; Think not, when worne the homely robe appears, While on the roof the howling tempeft bears; What farther fhall this feeble life fuftain, And what fhall clothe thefe fhiv'ring limbs again. Say, does not life its nourishment exceed ? And the fair body its investing weed? Behold! and look away your low defpairSee the light tenants of the barren air: To them, nor fores, nor granaries belong; Nought, but the woodland, and the pleasing song; Yet, your kind heav'nly Father bends his eye On the least wing that flits along the sky.

To him they fing, when Spring renews the plain; To him they cry, in Winter's pinching reign; Nor is their mufic, nor their plaint in vain ;

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