have fo often afcribed dominion, and glory, and majefty to Thee, be defiled with infernal blafphemy, and the execrations of the damned? Shall the sparks of divine love be extinguished, and immortal enmity fucceed? And fhall I, who was once blessed with thy favor, become the object of thy wrath and indignation? Shall all the mighty things thou haft done for my foul be forgotten? Shall all my vows, and thy own fecret engagements be cancelled? 'Tis all impoffible; for "thou art not as a man, that thou shouldft lie nor as the son of man, that thou shouldst repent." Thou art engaged by thy own tremendous name for my fecurity: my God, and God: from generation to generation, thou haft my father's been our dwelling place. I was devoted to thee in baptifm by the folemn vows of my religious parents: my infant hand were early lifted thee, and I foon learn to know and acknowup to ledge the God of my fathers. fubfcribed with my hand to the Lord, and am I have actually thine by the most voluntary and deliberate obligations. The portion of Jacob is my joyful choice, nor need I fear lofing it while thy word is eftablished as the heavens. Fear not, fayeft thou, poor trembling foul, for I am thy Redeemer, and thy mighty Saviour, the Hope of Ifrael, and in my name shall all the nations of the earth be bleffed: "I am gracious and merciful, long-fuffering, aud abundant in goodness and truth." Thefe are the titles by which I have revealed myself to men. I came the expected Meffiah, the Star of Jacob, and the GENTLE Jefus, lovely Lamb, Thou my one thing needful be, e all my heart. Fairer than the fons of men, Whom have I on earth below? All my treasure is above, 1 Who the worth of love can tell? Nothing else may I require; Pleas'd with what thy love provides: On future expectations. BY A LADY. THERE is a fweet enthufiaftic melancholy that fometimes steals upon the foul-even thought itself is for a while fufpended, and every scene in nature seems to wear an image of the mind. How delightful are the fenfations at fuch a time: though felt, they cannot be defcribed; it is a kind of anticipation of fe pleasures we are taught to expect hereafter; the foul feems entirely abftracted from every earthly idea, wrapped up in the contemplation of future happiness Ask yourself in one of these moments, what there is in this world worth a thought; and you will anfwer, nothing; its fublunary pleasure is but a dream, and vanishes like à fhadow. This fhould convince us more than any thing, that there is a future ftate. Qur fouls are formed to tafte higher delights, more refined fenfations than any thing in this life can exeite; and fomething from within tell us we shall one day enjoy them; elfe why these ideas; why thefe expectations; of what use would be those noble fentiments, with which the mind is fometimes impreffed; if we were only to act an infignificant part for a few years in this life, and then fink into nothing? No, there must be a future ftate, and that immortal? "'Tis Heaven itself that points out an here-, after, and intimates eternity to man," The American Hero. A SAPPHIC ODE. I WHY fhould vain mortals tremble at the fight of Death and deftrion in the field of battle, Where blood an arnage clothe the ground in crimson, Sounding in death groans? 2-Death will invade us by the means appointed, And we must all bow to the king of terrors; Nor am I anxious, if I am prepared, What shape he comes in. 3 Infinite goodnefs teaches us fubmiffion; Bids us be quiet under all his dealings; Never repining, but forever praifing God our Creator. 4 Well may we praise him-all his perfect; ways a Though a refplendence, infinitely glowing, are 5 Good is Jehovah in bestowing fun-fhine, Nor lefs his goodness in the ftorm and thunder; Mercies and judgments both proceed from kindness; Infinite kindness. 60 then exult, that God forever reigneth ; Clouds, which around him hinder our precep tion, Bind us the ftronger to exalt his name, and Then to the wifdom of my Lord and Mafter 8 Now, Mars, I dare thee, clad in fmoky pillars, Bursting from bomb-fhells, roaring from the cannon, Rattling in grape shot, like a ftorm of hail ftones, Torturing æther! Up the bleak heavens let the fpreading flamesrife, Breaking like Etna thro' the fmoky columns, Low'ring like Egypt o'er the falling city, Wantonly burnt down. |