3 None lends an ear to my complaint, None comes to cheer me, though I faint, 4 Whilst others live in mirth and ease, Through this waste howling wilderness O faithless soul! to reason thus, 6 Why dost thou envy carnal men, 7 What can this lower world afford Or transient pleasures seem so sweet • How soon will God withdraw the scene, 11 Then why, my soul, art thou so sad?' Rejoice in Jesus and be glad, CCCXX. L. M. SWAIN. Christ the only refuge for poor sinners. And read your peace and pardon there! In crimson letters written there. spear, 3 No works of man, to raise the sum, Nor hope to bring a perfect thought. 1 WE CCCXXI. L. M. SWAIN. Union to Christ. HY should the saints be fill'd with dread, 2 In heav'n the head-the members here— Some yet unborn-some round the throne, Mow bright eternal wisdom shines! When it displays eternal love; Instructing by these dazzling lines The earth beneath and heav'n above! CCCXXII. L. M. P A SINNER from my birth I've been; 2 In sickness then I felt a shock, 'Twas sore, but ah! 'twas soon forgot; Alas! I turn'd to sin again, And carnal pleasures sooth'd my pain. 3 Thus thrice with fear I was alarm'd; Thrice back again my heart was charm'd; I fear'd the dire rewards of sin, But lov'd not holiness within. 4 Then th' eternal spirit spoke, To praise the holy Triune God. CCCXXIII. C. M. EVAN. MAGAZ. It is I. Matt. xiv. 27. Mark vi. 50. John vi. 20. When lightnings flash and thunders roll, 2 If doubts about a future state What shall I do? my sins how great! 3 While Satan aims a fiery dart, 4 Should health and wealth, and friends forsake, And death itself draw nigh; Tho' heart should break, and nature shake; Be not afraid-'tis I. -5 'Tis I who liv'd-'tis I who died, That thou might'st reign on high; Behold my hands, my feet, my side, And be convinc'd 'tis I. 1 CCCXXIV. C. M. P Eternity. TERNITY! unequall'd thought! Await the millions yet untaught To think of death's alarms! 2 Eternity! O boundless word! 9 Eternity! O dreadful sound, To sinners not in Jesus found, 4 The wretch his sinful race has run ! Though boundless horrors through it roll 6 Must see that God whose word and ways IN CCCXXV. C.M. NEWTON. N evil long I took delight, 2 I saw one hanging on a tree, Who fix'd his languid eyes on me, 3 Sure never till my latest breath It seem'd to charge me with his death, 4 My conscience felt and own'd the guilt, 5 Alas! I knew not what I did, But now my tears were vain; Where shall my trembling soul be hid, For I the Lord have slain ! |