UNIVERSAL PROVIDENCE. THE insect that, with puny wing, Ev'n from the glories of his throne, Loves one, as if that one were all : THE LAST WORDS OF AN AGED IN age and feebleness extreme, Who shall a helpless worm redeem ? Strength of my failing flesh and heart. Oh! could I catch one smile from thee, And drop into eternity!* Charles Wesley, having spoken these words, departed, on the 29th of March, 1788, aged 81 years. ON AN INFANT. WHAT blessing shall I ask for thee That which our Saviour at his birth What in the wayward path of youth, Which John saw resting on his head. What in temptation's wilderness, What in the labour, pain, and strife, What in the agony of heart, When foes rush in, and friends depart ? What in the bitterness of death, And up to paradise ascend. J. MONTGOMERY. THE SABBATH EVENING. THE light of Sabbath eve, Is it a Sabbath spent Fruitless, and vain, and void P How dreadful and how drear, Then, in that hopeless place, God of these Sabbath hours, EDMESTON THE POOL OF BETHESDA. AROUND Bethesda's healing wave, Among them there was one whose eye No power had he; no friendly aid Bethesda's pool has lost its power! Which with its healing waters went; BARTON, HEAVEN. THERE is a region, lovelier far It is not found by summer's gale; No; for this world is ever bright Flow round it, from th' eternal throne. It is all holy and serene, The land of glory and repose; No cloud obscures the radiant scene- In vain the philosophic eye May seek to view the fair abode, Or find it in the curtained sky: It is THE DWELLING-PLACE OF GOD. |