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HYMN- CI.—2 Corinthians xiii. 14. May the grace of Christ our Saviour,

And the Father's boundless love, With the Holy Spirit's favour,

Rest upon us from above! Thus may we abide in union

With each other, and the Lord; And possess, in sweet communion,

Joys which earth cannot afford.


The peace which God alone reveals,

And by his word of grace imparts, Which only the believer feels,

Direct and keep, and cheer your hearts*: And may the only Three in One,

The Father, Word, and Comforter, Pour an abundant blessing down · On ev'ry soul assembled here !


1 To thee our wants are known,

From thee are all our pow'rs;
Accept what is thine own,

And pardon what is ours :
Our praises, Lord, and pray’rs receive,
And to thy word a blessing give.

* Phil. iv. 7.

2 Oh, grant that each of us

Now met before thee here,
May meet together thus,

When thou and thine appear!
And follow thee to heav'n our home :
E'en so, Amen, Lord Jesus, come*.



1 The FATHER we adore,

And everlasting Son,
The Spirit of his love and pow'r,

The glorious Three in One. 2 At the creation's birth

This song, was sung on high,
Shall sound, through ev'ry age, on earth,

And through eternity.


i Father of angels and of men,

Saviour, who hast us bought,
Spirit, by whom we're born again,

And sanctify'd, and taught ! 2 Thy glory, holy Three in One,

Thy people's song shall be,
Long as the wheels of time shall run,
And to eternity.

* Rev. xxii. 20.


I GLORY to God, the Father's name,

To Jesus, who for sinners dy'd;
The Holy Spirit claims the same,

By whom our souls are sanctify'd.

2 Thy praise was sung when time began

By angels, through the starry spheres ; And shall, as now, be sung by man

Through vast eternity's long years.



Ye saints on earth, ascribe, with heav'n's high

host, Glory and honour to the One in Three, ToGod th’FATHER, Son, and Holy Ghost, As was, and is, and evermore shall be,




My waking dreams are best conceald,
Much folly, little good they yield ;
But now and then I gain, when sleeping,
A friendly hint that's worth the keeping :
Lately I dreamt of one who cry'd,
“ Beware of self, beware of pride ;
“ When you are prone to build a Babel,
“ Recall to mind this little fable.”

NCE on a time a paper kite Was mounted to a wondrous height, Where, giddy with its elevation, It thus express'd self-admiration: See how yon crowds of gazing people “ Admire my flight above the steeple ; “ How would they wonder if they knew * All that a kite like me can do! “ Were I but free, I'd take a flight, “ And pierce the clouds beyond their sight, “ But, ah ! like a poor pris’ner bound, “My string confines me near the ground: “I'd brave the eagle's tow'ring wing, “ Might I but fly without a string."

It tugg'd and pull’d, while thus it spoke, To break the string—at last it broke. Depriv'd at once of all its stay, In vain it try'd to soar away;

Unable its own weight to bear,
It flutter'd downward through the air ;
Unable its own course to guide,
The winds soon plung'd it in the tide.
Ah! foolish kite, thou hadst no wing,
How could'st thou fly without a string!

My heart reply'd, “ O Lord, I see “How much this kite resembles me! “ Forgetful that by thee I stand, “ Impatient of thy ruling hand; “ How oft I've wish'd to break the lines " Thy wisdom for my lot assigns ? “ How oft indulg'd a vain desire “For something more, or something high'r? “ And, but for grace and love divine, “ A fall thus dreadful had been mine."

A Thought on the Sea Shore.

1 In ev'ry object here I see

Something, O Lord, that leads to thee. -
Firm as the rocks thy promise stands,
Thy mercies countless as the sands,
Thy love a sea immensely wide,

Thy grace an ever-flowing tide. 2 In ev'ry object here I see

Something, my heart, that points at thec.
Hard as the rocks that bound the strand,
Unfruitful as the barren sand,
Deep and deceitful as the ocean,
And, like the tides, in constant motion.

The Spider and Toad,

SOME author, (no great matter who,
Provided what he says be true,)

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