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2 Oh grant me to desire the pain
That comes in kindness down,
Succeeded by thy frown.
Love only shall I see:
Was wounded once for me.
THE CHRISTIAN IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH.
1 O most delightful hour by man
Experienc'd here below,
His folly and his wo! 2 Worlds should not bribe me back to tread
Again life's dreary waste,
With all the gloomy past.
Earth, seas, and sun, adieu ! All heav'n unfolded to my eyes,
I have no sight for you.
Of Faith's supporting rod,
NEW YEAR'S HYMN.
And all are dead beside ;
Whence life can be supplied. 2 To live to God is to requite
His love as best we may;
His promises our stay.
Of giddy joys compris’d,
But rather death disguis’d.
Who only live to prove For what poor toys they can disclaim
An endless life above ? 5 Who trample order, and the day
Which God asserts his own, Dishonour with unhallow'd play,
And worship chance alone? 6 If scorn of God's commands, impress'd
On word and deed, imply
With life that cannot die; 7 Such want it, and that want, uncur'd
Till man resigns his breath, Speaks him a criminal, assurd
Of everlasting death.
8 Sad period to a pleasant course!
Yet so will God repay
And mercy cast away.
1 Thankless for favours from on higli,
Man thinks he fades too soon; Tho' 'tis his privilege to die,
Would he improve the boon. 2 But he, not wise enough to scan
His best concerns aright,
To ages, if he might.
Enamour'd of its harm! Strange world, that costs it so much smart,
And still has power to charm. 4 Whence has the world her magic pow?r?
Why deem we death a foe? Recoil from weary life's best hour,
And covet longer wo! 5 The cause is conscience-conscience oft
Her tale of guilt renews: Her voice is terrible, tho sost,
And dread of death ensues. 6 Then anxious to be longer spar'l,
Man mourns his fleeting breath:
All evils then seem light compar'd
With the approach of death. 7 'Tis judgment shakes him; there's the fear
That prompts the wish to stay:
And must despair to pay.
His death your peace ensures ; Think on the grave where he was laid,
And calm descend to yours.
EPITAPH. 1 Forgive, blest shade, the tributary tear,
That mourns thy exit from a world like this; Forgive the wish that would have kept thee
here, And stay'd thy progress to the seats of
bliss. 2 No more confin’d to grov'ling scenes of
night, No more a tenant pent in mortal clay; Now should we rather hail thy glorious
flight, And trace thy journey to the realms of day.
UNCERTAINTY OF LIFE. 1 Man like a flower at morn appears,
And blooms perhaps a few short years:
The flatterer, Hope, still leads him on
It soon takes wings and flies away.
Deceive and yield him naught but care.
And spoils the syren's sweetest song. 3 See pleasure with bewitching charms,
Man grasps it in his eager arms;
And still as vainly he pursues.
Which joyful thro’ life's gloom appears; Firm on a rock his hope he builds, Which to no storm nor tempest yields; Let earth dissolve--he will not fear;
And why? his hope is not fix'd here. 5 He looks to heav'n where ev'ry joy
Is pure, unmix'd, without alloy;
Tho' heav'n and earth should both decay. 6 Tho' worldly pleasures here should fail,
And sorrows for awhile prevail;