5. According as her labours rise,

So her rewards increase:
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her paths àre peace.

SECTION VI.

The Man of Ross.

1. RISE, hōn'est muse, and sing the Man of Ross.—
Who hung with woods yon môûn'tain's sultry brow?
From the dry rock who băde the waters flow?
Not to the skies in useless columns tost,

Or in proud falls magnificently lost;

But clear and artless, pouring through the plain, Health to the sick, and solace to the swain. 2. Whose câuşe'way parts the vale with shady rows? Whose seats the wea'ry traveller repose?

Who taught that heaven-direc ́ted spire to rise? "The Man of Ross," each lisping babe replies. 3. Behold the market-place with poor o'erspread ! The Man of Ross divides the weekly bread. He feeds yon almshouse, neat, but void of state, Where age and wânt sit smiling at the gate. Him portion'd maids, apprentic'd orphans blest; The young who labour, and the old who rest. 4. Is any sick? The Man of Ross relieves, Prescribes, attends, the med'cine makes and gives. Is there a variance? Enter but his door, Bâlk'd are the courts, and contest is no more. Thrice happy man! enabled to pursue What numbers wish, but want the power to do.

SECTION VII.

Résignation.

1. WHILE Some in folly's pleaş'ures roll,
And seek the joys that hurt the soul ;
Be mine, that silent calm repăst,.
A peaceful conscience to the lăst:
2. That tree which bears immortal fruit,
Without a canker at the root;

That friend, which never fails the just,
When other friends must quit their trust.

3. Come then, my soul, be this thy guest,
And leave to folly's sons the rest:
With this thou ever mayst be gay,
And night shall brighten inte day.
4. With this companion in the shade,
My scul no more shall be dişmay'd ;
But fearless meet the midnight gloom,
And the pale monarch of the tomb.

5. Though tempests drive me from the shore.
And floods descend, and billows roar;
Though death appear in every form,
My little bark shall brave the storm.
6. Amid the various scene of ills,

Each stroke some kind* design fulfils; -And shall I murmur at my God,

When sóv❜reign Love directs' the rod? 7. Peace, rebel thoughts, I'll not complain; My Father's smiles suspend my pain: Smiles, that a thousand joys impart, And pour the balm that heals the smart. 8. Though Heaven afflict, I'll not repine; Each heart-felt cóm'fórt still is mine: Cóm'fórts that shall o'er death prevail, And journey with me through the vale. 9. Blest Sav'iour! cheer that darksome way, And lead me to the realms of day; To milder skies, and brighter plains, Where évérlǎs'ting sunshine reigns.

SECTION VIII.

Character of Christ.

1. BEHOLD, where, in a mortal form, Appears each grace divine;

The virtues, all in Je'şüs met,

With mildest radiance shine.

2. The noblest love of human kind
Inspir'd his holy breast;

In deeds of mercy, words of peace,
His kindness was exprest.

3. To spread the rays of heav'nly light,
To give the mourner joy,

*kyind.

To preach glad tidings to the poor,

Was his divine employ.

4. Lowly in heart, by all his friends,
A friend and servant found;

He wash'd their feet, he wip'd their tears,
And heal'd each bleeding wôûnd.

5. Midst keen reproach, and cruel scorn,
Patient and meek he stood:
His foes, ungrateful, sought his life;
He labour'd for their good.

6. In the last hour of deep distress,
Before his Fà'ther's throne.

With soul resign'd, he bow'd, and said,
"Thy will, not mine, be done !"

7. Be Christ my pattern, and my guide !*
His image may I bear!
O may I tread his sacred steps,
And his bright glories share!

CHAPTER V.

PROMISCUOUS PIECES.

SECTION 1.

Gratitude to the Supreme Being.

1. How cheerful along the gay mead,
The daisy and cowslip appear!
The flocks, as they carelessly feed,
Rejoice in the spring of the year.

2. The myr'tles that shade the gay bowers,

The herbaget that springs from the sod, Trees, plants, cooling fruits, and sweet flowers, All rise to the praise of my God.

3. Shall man, the great master of all,

The only insensible prove?

Forbid it, fair Gratitude's call!

Forbid it, devotion and love!

4. The LORD, who such won'ders could raise,
And still can destroy with a nod,

My lips shall incessantly praise;
My heart shall rejoice in my GOD.
t er bidje.

SECTION II.

Acknowledgment of Di-vine favours.

1. WHENE'ER. I take my walks ǎbroâd,
How many poor I see!

What shall I render to my GOD,
For all his gifts to me?

2. Not more than others I dēşĕrve',
Yet Gon has giv'n me more ;
For I have food, while others starve,
Or beg from door to door.

3. How many children in the street,
Half naked, I behold!

While I am cloth'd from head to feet,
And cover'd from the cold!

4 While some poor creatures* scarce can tell, Where they may lay their head,

I have a home wherein to dwell,
And rest upon my bed.

5. While others early learn to swear,
And curse, and lie, and steal,
LORD! I am taught thy name to fear,
And do thy holy will.

6. Are these thy favours, day by day,
To me above the rest?

Then let me love thee more than they,
And try to serve thee best.

SECTION III.

The excellence of the Bible.

1. GREAT GOD! with wonder and with praise On all thy works I look;

But still thy wisdom, power, and grace,
Shine brightest in thy book.

2. The stars, which in their courses roil,
Have much instruction given;

But thy good word informs my soul
How I may get to heaven.

3. The fields provide me food, and show
The goodness of the Lord;

But fruits of life and glory grow
In thy most holy word.

* krē'ishūra.

4. Here are my choicest treasures hid, Here my best cóm'fórt lies; Here my desires àre satisfied,

And hence my hopes ărîşe.

5. Lord! make me understand thy law; Show what my faults have been; And from thy gospel let me draw Pardon for all my sin.

6. For here I learn how Jesus died,
To save my soul from hell:

Not all the books on earth beside
Such heavenly wonders tell.

7. Then let me love my Bible more,
And take a fresh delight,
By day to read these wonders o'er,
And meditate by night.

SECTION IV.

On In'dustry.

1. How does the little busy* bee Improve each shi'ning hour; And gather honey all the day, From every op'ning flower 2. How skilfully she builds her cell! How neat she spreads the wax! And labours hard to store it well,

With the sweet food she makes.

3. In works of labour, or of skill,
I would be busy too:

For Sa'tǎn finds some mis'chief still
For idle hands to do.

4. In books, or work, or healthful play,
Let iny first years be păst;
That I may give for every day
Some good account at låst.

SECTION V.

On early rising.

1. How foolish they who lengthen night, And slumber in the morning light!

*biz'ze.