Or like the sun, or like the shade, The gourd consumes, and man he dies. Deathless Principle, Arise! EATHLESS principle, arise! DEAT Soar, thou native of the skies! Hovering, round thy pillow bend; Where came the soundings of the sea afar, And nearer grew the moon and midnight star, ELIZABETH OAKES SMITH. Consecration of the House of Prayer. GOD of wisdom, GOD of might, Father! dearest name of all, Bow thy throne and bless our rite; Glorious ONE! look down from heaven, With thy presence fill it now. Fill it now! on every soul Shed the incense of thy grace, While our anthem-echoes roll Round the consecrated place; While thy holy page we read, While the prayers Thou lovest ascend, While thy cause thy servants plead,Fill this house, our GOD, our Friend. Fill it now- -O, fill it long! So, when death shall call us home, Still to Thee, in many a throng, May our children's children come. Bless them, Father, long and late, Blot their sins, their sorrows dry; There, when time shall be no more, With their hallelujahs ring. CHARLES Sprague. Charity. HARITY! decent, modest, easy, kind, CHA Softens the high, and rears the abject mind; Knows with just reins and gentle hand to guide Betwixt vile shame and arbitrary pride; Not soon provoked, she easily forgives, And much she suffers, as she much believes. Soft peace she brings wherever she arrives; She builds our quiet as she forms our lives; Lays the rough paths of peevish nature even, And opens in each heart a little heaven. Each other gift which God on man bestows, Its proper bounds and due restriction knows; To one fixed purpose dedicates its power, And finishing its act, exists no more. F Thus, in obedience to what Heaven decrees, That more remains unseen than art can show; By Faith directed, and confirmed by Hope; Dawnings of beams and promises of day. Then constant Faith and holy Hope shall die, Shalt stand before the host of heaven confest, MATTHEW PRIOR. Come, Lord! when Grace has made me meet. LORD, it belongs not to my care, Whether I die or live; To live and serve Thee is my share, If short, yet why should I be sad, Christ leads me through no darker rooms He that unto God's kingdom comes Must enter by this door. Come, Lord! when grace has made me meet Thy blessed face to see; For if Thy work on earth be sweet, What must Thy glory be? Then shall I end my sad complaints, And weary, sinful days, And join with the triumphant saints, But 'tis enough that Christ knows all, And I shall be with Him. BAXTER. |