Philip Doddridge.

1702-1751.

YE GOLDEN LAMPS OF HEAVEN, FAREWELL!

Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell,
With all your feeble light!
Farewell, thou ever-changing moon,
Pale empress of the night!

And thou, refulgent orb of day,

In brighter flames arrayed;

My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere,
No more demands thine aid.

Ye stars are but the shining dust
Of my divine abode ;

The pavement of those heavenly courts
Where I shall reign with God.

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There all the millions of His saints

Shall in one song unite;

And each the bliss of all shall view,
With infinite delight.

"DUM VIVIMUS VIVAMUS."

"Live while you live!" the epicure would say, "And seize the pleasures of the present day!" "Live while you live!" the sacred preacher cries, "And give to God each moment as it flies!" Lord, in my view let both united be ; I live in pleasure while I live to Thee.

Charles Wesley.

1708-1788.

MY CONSECRATION.

Take my soul and body's powers;
Take my memory, mind, and will;
All my goods, and all my hours;
All I know and all I feel;
All I think, or speak, or do;
Take my heart, but make it new.

FOR THE YOUNGEST.

Gentle Jesus, meek and mild,
Look upon a little child;

Pity my simplicity,

Suffer me to come to Thee.

Fain I would to Thee be brought;

Dearest God, forbid it not;
Give me, dearest God, a place
In the kingdom of Thy grace.

Put Thy hands upon my head,
Let me in Thine arms be stayed;
Let me lean upon Thy breast,
Lull me, lull me, Lord, to rest.

Hold me fast in Thy embrace,
Let me see Thy smiling face.
Give me, Lord, Thy blessing give;
Pray for me, and I shall live!

I shall live the simple life,
Free from sin's uneasy strife,
Sweetly ignorant of ill,
Innocent and happy still.

Oh, that I may never know
What the wicked people do !
Sin is contrary to Thee,
Sin is the forbidden tree.

Keep me from the great offence,
Guard my helpless innocence;
Hide me, from all evil hide,
Self, and stubbornness, and pride.

Lamb of God, I look to Thee; Thou shalt my Example be; Thou art gentle, meek, and mild, Thou wast once a little child.

Fain I would be as Thou art;
Give me Thy obedient heart.
Thou art pitiful and kind;
Let me have Thy loving mind.

Meek and lowly may I be;
Thou art all humility.

Let me to my betters bow;
Subject to Thy parents' Thou.

Let me above all fulfil

God my heavenly Father's will;
Never His good spirit grieve,
Only to His glory live.

Thou didst live to God alone, Thou didst never seek Thine own; Thou Thyself didst never please, God was all Thy happiness.

Loving Jesu, gentle Lamb,
In Thy gracious hands I am.
Make me, Saviour, what Thou art,
Live Thyself within my heart.

I shall then show forth Thy praise, Serve Thee all my happy days; Then the world shall always see Christ, the holy child in me.

Thomas Gray.

1716-1771.

ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCH

YARD (STOKE-POGIS).

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,

The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea; The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,
And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds :

Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower,

The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.

Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering

heap,

Each in his narrow cell forever laid,

The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.

The breezy call of incense-breathing morn,
The swallow twittering from the straw-built

shed,

The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn,

No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.