have fuch clear vifions and fweet fruitions of thee, that I may not only hereafter be happy, but may likewife now be holy.

Sincere Praise.

1. ALMIGHTY Maker, God!
How wond'rous is thy name!
Thy glories how diffuf'd abroad
Through the creation's frame.!

2. Nature in every drefs

Her humble homage pays,
And finds a thousand ways t' exprefs
Thine undiffembled praife.

3. In native white and red

The rofe and lilly stand,

And, free from pride, their beauties fpread,
To fhew thy skilful hand.

4. The lark mounts up the sky,
With unambitious fong,

And bears her Maker's praife on high
Upon her artless tongue.

5. My foul would rife and fing

To her Creator too,

Fain would my tongue adore my King,
And pay the worship due.

6. But pride, that lofty fin,

Spoils all that I perform:

Curf'd pride, that creeps fecurely in,
And fwells a haughty worm.
7. Thy glories I abate,

Or praise thee with defign;
Some of the favors I forget,
Or think the merit mine.

8. The very fongs I frame

Are faithlefs to thy cause,
And steal the honors of thy name
To build their own applause.

9. Create my foul anew;

Elfe all my worship's vain;

This wretched heart will neʼer be true,
Until 'tis form'd again.

10. Defcend, celestial fire,

And feize me from above,

Melt me in flames of pure defire,

And facrifice to love.

11. Let joy and worship spend
The remnant of our days,
And to my God, my foul afcend,
In fweet perfumes of praise.

Improve the talents God gives you to his service and glory. Luke xix. 13.

REMEMBER you are not made for yourfelves only, but for the fooiety and benefit of

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others, therefore employ your gifts, fubftances, and whatever God has beftowed, for the good of others; teach the ignorant, relieve the poor, ftrengthen the weak, comfort thofe that are caft down, tell them your experiences, commend Chrift as a choice mafter and lovely Saviour, and invite them to come, taste and see that he is good; pity those who are ftrangers to him, and pray for them. Be ufeful to others while you live, which will make your memory favoury when you die; many, alas, are so unprofitable in their lives, that they leave no friends to lament their death; but public fpirited and useful perfons are much lamented. Let every one in their stations be active, and occupy their talent for God. Be af fured, the more you do for God in this world, the more God will do for you in the world to come. If the faints were capable of grief in heaven, it would be their doing fo little good for God on earth.

The miserable end of prosperous
wickedness.

JORDAN, that famous river, no doubt runs through many a pleasant meadow, by many a fhady grove and flowery bank, and yet at laft empties itself into a dead fea; and not only fe, but those fresh chrystal streams that made those famous brooks, lofe both name and worth, are

turned into the dead fea themselves. Juft fo it is with a wicked man, here he walks through the meadows of worldly pleasures and reft, under the fhades of earthly comforts and sports, and wallows himself among the flowers of worldly delights, but at last runs himself out into a dead lake, and is caft into hell among the numbers of thofe who forget God.

Christ's Ascension.

1. HAIL the day that fees him rife,
Ravish'd from our wifhful eyes;
Chrift awhile to mortals given,
Re-afcends his native heaven:
There the pompous triumph waits ;
"Lift up your heads, eternal gates
"Wide unfold the radiant scene,
"Take the king of glory in!"
2. Him tho' higheft heaven receives;
Still he loves the earth he leaves;
Though returning to his throne,
Still he calls the world his own;
Still for us he intercedes,
Prevalent his death he pleads;
Next himself prepares our place,
Harbinger of human race.

3. Mafter (may we ever fay)

Taken from our head today;

See thy faithful fervant, fee,
Ever gazing up to thee!
Grant, tho' parted from thy fight,
High above yon azure height,-
Grant our hearts may thither rife,
Foll'wing thee beyond the skies.
4. Ever upward let us move,
wafted on the wings of love,
Looking when our lord shall come,
Longing, gafping after home;
There we fhall with thee remain,
Partners of thine endless reign,
There thy face unclouded see;

Find our heaven of heavens in thee.

The Spirit's Farewell to the Body after a long Sickness.

I. HOW am I held a prifoner now,

Far from my God! This mortal chain
Binds me to forrow; all below

Is fhort-liv'd cafe, or tirefome pain.

2. When shall that wond'rous hour appear,
Which frees me from this dark abode,
To live at large in regions, where
Nor cloud nor veil fhall hide my

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God?

Farewell this flesh, these ears, thefe eyes,
Thefe fnares and fetters of the mind;