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they shall be forever as jewels, in the crown of King JESUS, to adorn even Heaven itself !*
That you may be adorned with grace here, and glory hereafter, is the affectionate wish of
Your sincere friend, .'!
* Isaiah lxij. 3. Mal. iii. 17.
HYMN TO IMMANUEL
i DID our IMMANUEL die for us,
To save such poor rebellious men?
That we might come to God again? 2 All human language wants a name,
For such unfathom’d boundless love ;
Sprang only from the God above.
We sink beneath the pond'rous load!
Tis grand ; 'tis worthy of a God.
We stand astonish'd at the grace
That brought salvation from above,
HYMN TO THE MORNING. DAUGHTER of Heav'n, Aurora, rise,
Thy cheerful course to run.
And usher in the sun.
Shall soon revive the plain,
And gladden ev'ry strain.
Shall lightly tread the vale,
To bid thy presence hail.
In all thy roses drest,
And peace to ev'ry breast:
Its choicest gifts to bear,
To worship and revere
The last Composition of the Rev. Cr. WestLEY
IN age and feebleness extreme,
ON BROTHERLY LOVE.
By the late Rev. Mr. ELLIOT.
THE LOVE OF CHRIST.
WRITTEN BY A LADY, AT EARLY DAWN. WELCOME to me this soft,this silent dawn, To pure devotion may'st thou sacred be :
My waking heart, with the returning morn,
VI. Then shall I praise thee in sublimer strains, And learn the notes yon brighter seraphs sing ; Shall share the glories of those blissful plains, And thee adore through one eternal spring.
From a FATHER to his CHILDREN. To you, my children, I these lines address,
That ye may follow in the heav'nly road. Happy the youth(more than can tongue express) Who give the morning of their lives to God :
And walk in wisdom's ways --O fear His name; His word believe -- His faithful promise claim. That Grace which taught my early youth to flee Those paths which souls to súre destruction
bring : " Who loved me---and gave himself for me ;'
His loving-kindness I essay to sing. My God-my children's God-forever near, Our souls to bless,your pray’rs, & mine, to hear. The Royal Prophet, by experience prov'd; No happiness, in things of time and sense Could e'er be found, while o'er the earth he rov'd
And felt of false delights the vain pretence : But sums up all in one decisive rule, • The fear of God'--first step in Wisdom's school. Oinay this fear be on your hearts imprest, By His Almighty Spiritmas on mine. In youth and riper years, supremely blest
And happy-you in life and death shall shine ; Like him, t of old, who" gave with Christ to
reign, “ His golden years in prison, and in pain.”, Blest man of God! whose plain and artless lays,
In strains pathetic, on his children call, To imitate their sire in pray’r and praise,
And live to Him, who freely died for all. His lines evince the pow'r of heav'nly grace ; The same-howe'er remote the age or place. From earliest infancy, I fix the date The Blessed Spirit wrought within
+ ROBERT SMITH-who was burnt in the reign of Queen Ma. ry; and while in prison, write an Exhortation to his Children.--See 3d Vol. of Fox's Martyrology: