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Oh! not a joy or blessing

With this can we compare,—

The power that He has given us

To pour our souls in

prayer.

Whene'er thou pin'st in sadness
Before His footstool fall,
And remember in thy gladness
His grace who gave thee all.

ON DEATH.

To Jesus, the crown of my hope,
My soul is in haste to be gone ;
Oh! bear me, ye cherubim, up,
And waft me away to his throne!

My Saviour, whom absent I love,
Whom not having seen I adore,
Whose name is exalted above
All glory, dominion, and power!

Dissolve, then, these bonds that detain
My soul from its portion in thee,
And strike off this adamant chain,
And set me eternally free.

When that happy era begins,
When array'd in thy beauties I shine,
Nor grieve any more by my sins
The bosom on which I recline :

Oh! then shall the veil be remov'd,
And round me new glories be pour'd,
I shall meet Thee, whom absent I lov'd,
I shall see whom, unseen, I ador❜d.

And then never more shall the fears,
The trials, temptations, and woes,
Which sadden this valley of tears,
Intrude on my blissful repose.

Or, be they remember'd above,
Remembrance no sadness shall raise;
They'll be but new signs of thy love,
New themes for my wonder and praise.

Then the stroke that from sin and from pain,

Shall set me eternally free,

Will but strengthen and rivet the chain

That binds me, my Saviour, to thee.

ON THE DEATH OF A CHRISTIAN.

REJOICE for a brother deceas'd,
Our loss is his infinite gain;
A soul out of prison releas'd,
And freed from its bodily chain;
With songs let us follow his flight,
And mount with his spirit above,
Escaped to the mansions of light,
And lodg'd in the Eden of love.

Our brother the haven hath gain'd,
Out-flying the tempest and wind;
His rest he hath sooner obtain'd,
And left his companions behind;
Still toss'd on a sea of distress,
Hard toiling to make the blest shore,
Where all is assurance and peace,
And sorrow and sin are no more.

There all the ship's company meet,
Who sail'd with the Saviour beneath,
With shouting each other they greet,
And triumph o'er trouble and death;
The voyage of life's at an end,
The mortal affliction is past,

The

age that in heaven they spend,

For ever and ever shall last.

"LOVEST THOU ME?"

'Tis a point I long to know,
Oft it causes anxious thought,-
Do I love the Lord, or no?
Am I his, or am I not?

If I love, why am I thus?
Why this dull, this lifeless frame?
Hardly, sure, can they be worse,
Who have never heard his name.

Could my heart so hard remain,
Prayer a task and burden prove,
Every trifle give me pain,
If I knew a Saviour's love?

If I pray, or hear, or read,
Sin is mix'd with all I do;
You that love the Lord indeed,
Tell me, Is it thus with you?

Yet I mourn my stubborn will,
Find my sin a grief and thrall;
Should I grieve for what I feel,
If I did not love at all?

Could I joy, his saints to meet,
Choose the ways I once abhorr'd,
Find at times the promise sweet,
If I did not love the Lord ?

Lord, decide the doubtful case !
Thou who art thy people's sun
Shine upon thy work of grace,
If it be indeed begun.

Let me love thee more and more,

If I love at all, I

pray;

If I have not lov'd before,

Help me to begin to-day.

WALKING WITH GOD.

OH! for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame;

A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!

Where is the blessedness I knew, When first I saw the Lord? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word?

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