wher ed as e al ig to pra charm of numbers, as the evil spirit departed from Saul when the sweet singer of Israel tuned his harp before him. We are less backward in confessing our delinquencies then than at other times. The flow of penitential sorrow is never stronger or more sincere. Humility is never deeper ; self-abasement never more prostrate. We are more disposed to close with the offers of mercy. Our gratitude is more warm and lively. Our joy more glowing ; and the whole train of sentiment in our bosoms more devout and fervent. That solemn appeals to the affections, are never more impressive, cannot, we think, be more convincingly shown than by presenting our readers with the following lines on the day of judgment, verses which we thiok it impossible for any one to read without emotion. THE DAY OF JUDGMENT. Day of judgment, day of wonders ! Hark! the trumpet's awful sound, Shakes the vast creation round! Cloth'd in Majesty divine ! Then shall say, “ This God is mine!" Rise to life from earth and sea; By his looks, prepare to flee : Horrors past imagination Will surprise your trembling heart, When you hear your condemnation, “ Hence, accursed wretch, depart; Lest you timely warning take, Plunge you in the burning lake! Lor'd and serv'd the Lord below, See the kingdom I bestow : May this thought your courage raise ! Sighs shall then be chang'd to praise ; In presenting this little volume to the puhlic we feel encouraged by the hope of its being useful, The Hymns of the excellent and pious divines, Watts and Doddridge, are very generally taught throughout the island, and thousands are at this day experiencing the good which they are calculated to impart. The Olney Hymns, too, have been found highly beneficial in furnishing instruction to persons of matured understanding, as well as in cherishing pious and devout affections. We flatter ourselves that in general usefulness the present col ction will not fall behind either of these now menioned, or any other selection of Sacred Poetry now G xir Horrors past imagination Will surprise your trembling heart, “Hence, accursed wretch, depart; Lest you timely warning take, Plunge you in the burning lake! “ Come near, ye blessed, in circulation, as from the number of choice pieces which it contains, we are certain that it is not inferior to any other in poetical excellence. There is interspersed through the volume a very considerable number of small poems, the productions of our best and most recent authors. It will be found likewise to contain as great a variety of subjects and measures, as it is possible, perhaps, for any collection to have. And, in concluding, we judge it not improper to state what we think must be considered as no small recommendation of the work, that by far the greater proportion of the volume consists of entire poems, and several of these are now printed for the first time, He will say, Greenock. 1828. Under sorrows and reproaches, raise ! Sighs shall then be chang'd to praise ; We shall triumph when the world is in a blaze. In presenting this little volume to the puhlic we feel encouraged by the hope of its being useful, The Hymns of the excellent and pious divines, Watts and Doddridge, are very generally taught throughout the island, and thousands are at this day experiencing the good which they are calculated to impart. The Olney Hymns, too, have been found highly beneficial in furnishing instruction to persons of matured understanding, as well as in cherishing pious and devout affections. We fatter ourselves that in general usefulness the present collection will not fall behind either of these nos mentioned, or any other selection of Sacred Poetry now 1 6 8 Sacred Poetry-its superiority and influence, Pollok, The morning preceding the final consummation Lines written on receiving his mother's picture, Cowper, The omnipresence of the Deity, Lines on the death of Mr. Richards, The perfections and providence of God, Wilson, 18 Hymns for the Seasons -Spring, Oh! had I wings like yonder bird, Jerus'lem! Jerus'lem, the spoiler has trod, iveir, 35 Hymn, God the everlasting light of his people, P. Doddridge 40 Psalm, View of the heavenly bodies, The dying Christian to his soul, Seeing we are compassed about with so great a Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea, |
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