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Hasten, siuner! to return,
Stay not for to-morrow's sun ; best thy lamp should fail to burn
Ere salvation's work is done.
Hasten, sinner! to be blest!
Stay not for to-morrow's sun,
Ere the morrow is begun.
THE ADVANTAGES OF EARLY RELIGION.
Happy the child whose early years
Receive instruction well;
The road that leads to hell.
When we devote our youth to God,
'Tis pleasing in his eyes; A flow'r when offer'd in the bud,
Is no mean sacrifice.
'Tis easier work if we begin
To fear the Lord betimes;
Are harden'd in their crimes.
'Twill save us from a thousand snares
To mind religion young, Grace will preserve our following years,
And make our virtue strong.
To thee, Almighty God, to thee
Our childhood we resign; 'Twill please us to look back, and see
That our whole lives were thine.
Let the sweet work of pray'r and praise
Employ my youngest breath;
Or fit for early death.
CONFIDENCE IN GOD.
Author of good! to thee I turn;
Thy ever-wakeful eye
Thy hand alone supply.
With bread sufficient to the day
My mortal frame supply,
With manna from on high.
O let thy fear within me dwell,
Thy love my footsteps guide ; That love shall vainer loves expel,
That fear all fears beside.
Do thou my erring feet secure ;
O lead me far from ill;
And keep me upright, just, and pure,
In act, in word, and will.
Not to my wish, but to my want,
Do thou thy gifts apply ;
What ill, though ask'd, deny.
PRAISE TO GOD IN PROSPERITY AND ADVERSITY.
Praise to God, immortal praise,
frateful vows and solmn praise.
Should the fig-tree's blasted shoot
“WHY YIELD TO GRIEF
'Twas when the seas with hideous roar
A little bark assail'd,
O’er each on board prevailed
Save one, the Captain's darling child,
Who fearless view'd the storm, And playfal with composure smiled
At danger's threat’ning form.
“ Why sporting thus ?” a seaman cried,
When sorrows overwhelm ?" " Why yield to grief,” the boy replied -
“ My Father's at the helm ?"
Hast thou beheld the glorious sun
Say did'st thon e'er attentive view
When darkness has o'erspread the skies,
Hast thou e'er wander'd o’er the plain,
Hast thou beheld the lightning stream
THE GLORY OF THE CREATOR.
The spacious firmament on high,