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4 I'll to the gracious King approach,
Whose Sceptre pardon gives,
Perhaps he may command me touch
And then the suppliant lives.

5 Perhaps he will admit my plea,
Perhaps will hear my pray'r;
But, ifI perish, I will pray,
And perish only there.

6 I can but perish if I go;
I am resolv'd to try:
For if I stay away, I know
I must forever die."

P. M.

The Convert.

HOW happy are they,
Who their Savior obey,

And have laid up their treasure above!
Tongue can never express,
The sweet comfort and peace,
Of a soul in its earliest love.

2 That sweet comfort was mine,
When the favor divine

I first found in the blood of the Lamb;
When my heart first believ'd,

What a joy I receiv'd!

What a heaven in Jesus' name!

3 'Twas a heaven below,

My Redeemer to know;

And the angels could do nothing more

Than to fall at his feet,

And the story repeat,

And the lover of sinners adore.

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4 Jesus all the day long,
Was my joy and my song;
O that all his salvation might see!
"He hath lov'd me," I cried,
He hath suffer'd and died,

To redeem such a rebel as me."

5 On the wings of his love,
I was carried above

All my sins, and temptations, and pain:
And I could not believe

That I ever should grieve,
That I ever should suffer again.

6 I then rode on the sky,
Freely justified I,

Nor did envy Elijah his seat;
My glad soul mounted higher,
In the chariot of fire,

And the world it was under my feet.
7 0! the rapturous height,
Of that holy delight,

Which I felt in the life-giving blood!
Of my Savior possess'd,

I was perfectly bless'd,

As if fill'd with the fullness of God.

C. M.

Evening Twilight.

LOVE to steal awhile away

From every cumb'ring care,

And spend the hours of setting day,
In humble, grateful prayer.

2 I love in solitude to shed

The penitential tear,

And all His promises to plead,
Where none but God can hear.

3 I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore,

And all my care and sorrows cast,
On him whom I adore.

4 I love by faith to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heav'n;
The prospect doth my strength renew
While here by tempest driv'n.

5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,
May its departing ray

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Be calm as this impressive hour,
And lead to endless day.

Y

P. M.

The Saint's adieu to earth.

E objects of sense, and enjoyments of time,

Which oft have delighted my heart;

I soon shall exchange you for joys more sublime,

And joys that will never depart.

2 Thou Lord of the day, and thou Queen of the

night,

To me ye no longer are known;

I soon shall behold with increasing delight,
A sun that will never go down.

3 Ye wonderful orbs that astonish mine eyes,
Your glories recede from my sight;

I soon shall contemplate more beautiful skies, And stars more transcendently bright.

4 Ye mountains and valleys, ye rivers and plains, Thou earth and thou ocean adieu;

More permanent regions where righteousness reigns,

Present their bright hills to my view.

5 My weeping relations,my brethren and friends, Whose hearts are entwined with my ownAdieu for the present, my spirit ascends Where friendship immortal is known.

6 The wrong of transgressors shall grieve me no more,

'Midst foes I no longer reside;

My conflicts with sin and with sinners are o'er, With saints I shall ever abide..

7 No lurking temptation, defilement or fear
Again shall disquiet my breast;

In Jesus' fair image I soon shall appear,
Forever ineffably blest.

8 Ye sabbaths below which have been my delight, And now thou blest volume divine;

You've guided my footsteps like stars during Adieu my conductors benign.

[night,

9 Thou tottering seat of disease and of pain,
Adieu my dissolving abode;

I soon shall behold and possess thee again,
A beautiful building of God.

10 Come, come my dear Jesus, come quickly re

lease

The soul thou hast bought with thy blood, And make me ascend the fair regions of peace, To feast on the smiles of my God.

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P. M..

Christ the only true Friend.

ESUS to every, willing mind.
Offers a heavenly treasure;

There may the sons of sorrow find,
Sources of real pleasure.

See what employments men pursue,
Then you will own my words are true;
Jesus alone unfolds to view,

Sources of real pleasures.

2 Poor are the joys which fools esteem,
Fading and transitory;
Mirth is as fleeting as a dream,
Or a delusive story.
Luxury leaves a sting behind,
Wounding the body and the mind,
Only in Jesus can we find,
Pleasure and solid glory.

3 Beauty, with all its gaudy shows,
Is but a painted bubble,
Short is the triumph it bestows;
Full of deceit and trouble.
Fame like a shadow flees away,
Titles and dignities decay,
Nought but religion can display
Joys that are free from trouble.

4 Happy the man who has a friend,
Namely the God of nature,
Well may he feel and recommend,
Friendship with our Creator.