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How rare is that blest place, that age or season,
HYMN FOR MORNING.
The sacred Spirit so may rest, With quick’ning beams upon thy breast; And kindly clear it all within, From darker blemishes of sin; And shine with grace, until we view The realm it gilds with glory too. See the day that dawns in air, Brings along its toil and care: From the lap of Night it springs, With heaps of business on its wings. Prepare to meet them in a mind That bows submissively resign'd; That would to works appointed fall, That knows that God has order'd all. And whether with a small repast We break the sober morning fast; Or in our thoughts and houses lay The future methods of the day; Or early walk, abroad to meet Our business with industrious feet; Whate'er we think, whate'er we do, His glory still be kept in view. 0, Giver of eternal bliss, Grant, heavenly Father! grant me this! Grant it to all, as well as me, All those whose hearts are fix'd on thee, Who revere thy Son above, Who thy sacred Spirit love.
When gath'ring clouds around I view,
If aught should tempt my soul to stray,
If wounded love my bosom swell,
When vexing thoughts within me rise,
(HORNE.) Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
Bridal of earth and sky,
For thou, alas! must die.
And colour charms the eye,
And thou, alas ! must die.
Whose charms for beauty vie,
Thou too, alas! must die. Be wise then, Christian, while you may,
For swiftly time is flying; The thoughtless man, that laughs to-day,
To-morrow will be dying.
CHILDREN OF LIGHT.
WALK in the light! so shalt thou know
That fellowship of love,
Who reigns in light above.
Shall ne'er defile again;
Shall cleanse from every stain.
Walk in the light!—and thou shalt find
Thy heart made truly His,
In whom no darkness is.
Thy darkness passed away,
In which is perfect day.
No fearful shade shall wear;
For Christ hath conquered there!
A path, though thorny, bright;
And God himself is light!
BETWEEN DEATH AND THE BELIEVER.
My name is dreadful Death.
For here I'll stop thy breath.
And away thy life I'll have:
For there's none that can thee save.