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I give thee thanks and praise, Great God above!

That though one half a hundred years be fled
Since my dear earthly father join'd the dead,

He lives within my heart. His faith, his love, His zeal for right, the thoughts that him did move

The foes of truth ť encounter without dread, All foes of Him who on the cross once bled,

Such things for him a web of honor wove. My years are more than his: 0, could I

say, My virtues are but equal; and that, when

I reach the closing hour of my life's day, My God would give me his strong faith ; for then,

As told he could not live, he made reply“I'm going to live forever in the sky!”

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Cloth'd with a cloud an angel-form I see;

A beaming rainbow decks his glorious brow; Like dazzling noon-tide sun his features glow;

One blazing foot is planted in the sea,
The other on the earth, like burning tree;

He cried aloud, as lion, roaring slow;
Seven angry thunders mutter'd their echo;

His red right arm he lifted high and free;
Then with an oath, that shook heav'ns mighty arch,

He sware by Him, that made the sea and earth,

And scattered far abroad the worlds of light,Whose years proceed in never-ending march,

That Time, which ow'd to his decree its birth, Should cease fore'er to wing its rapid flight.



In that loud voice, that shakes the earth and skies,

The ancient pagan heard Jove's angry tone, Speaking to mortals from the clouds, his throne;

In that keen light, which rapid bursts and flies, And darts to earth, and dazzles mortal eyes,

The pagan saw Jove's vengeful jav'lin thrown, To check man's pride, and cast presumption down,

And vindicate the god as strong and wise. But now, since Franklin drew a spark from cloud,

And prov'd it merely electricity,

Though, God! thou speak in thunders e'er so loud, Our empty science makes us deaf to Thee;

And though thy lightnings glare, yet we are proud, And blind to Thy most glorious majesty!

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The pagan pays his worship to a block,

Or lifts his homage to the glorious sun,
Who, like a giant, in his race doth run ;-

Such folly well our thinking sense may shock. But what if Christian nam'd his God should mock,

Or wrapp'd in web, by atheist's fingers spun,
All nature's brightness seem obscure and dun,

Not deem'd His work, who guides the starry flock ? Is there not here a guilt of deeper dye,

A mind less cheer'd by rays of truth divine,

A heart more cold, enchain'd by Greenland frost ? Ah! can the wretch e'er dwell in purest sky,

Where God's perfections all in glory shine ?
Is he not blinded, cheated, wilder'd, lost?



Poor man, who name of Father dost not know,

Nor e'er hast felt that bond of sweetest might, Which binds thee to thy child; on whose glad sight

That fairest image on the earth below,In beauty like heav'n's various-tinted bow,

Her Mother's picture, lovely daughter bright Ne'er shone ;—thou hast not seen joy's earthly

height! All this I've seen, and lost to my huge woe! And yet I do not need thy pity, friend;

Forthough the flow'r of seventeen summers' bloom

Was smitten, still it blossoms without end
In garden, where ne'er falls a blighting doom.

A ransom'd sinner did my Daughter die,
In Christian hope, with glory in her eye!



This day another year of life is fled,

With ev'ry change; its gloom and beaming light, Its woes and joys all vanish'd from the sight:

Yet deeds of good and evil are not dead. If ill, their record we shall see with dread

O’erwhelming to our sight and wild affright, Unless through Christ our conscience is set right

And his atoning blood our peace hath bred. If good our deeds, and Christ through faith our friend,

Then gladly may we hail life's final day,–

The heirs of glory we when time shall end.In the new year be our's the bliss to say,

Each truly,-“ Lord, in thee my hope is strong Of thee, the Lamb, to sing heav'n's ceaseless song!"



Nature's idolater the mount ascends

To gaze around : Jesus went up to pray;
And as he pray'd, there beam'd a tenfold day,

And brightness, that all earthly light transcends. What company is this, that Him attends ?

Celestial forms appear in pure array,
And speak of suff'rings at a future day,

His certain death, which shame and anguish blends. But soon the light recedes; there comes a cloud,

Dark and terrific in th' apostles' eyes,

And spreads its curtains round, beneath, above; And from that gloom a voice is heard most loud

“ This is my Son, who came from upper skies, My Son beloved, hear ye Him and love !"



In this fair grove of thick-branch'd evergreen

How many sleepers wide are scatter'd round,
Having their quiet rest beneath the ground,

On ev'ry side their marble tablets seen?
Their sleep, now quiet, will not be, I ween,

When the archangel's trumpet loud shall sound : Not one of all will then be heedless found

But all will spring to life; a mingled scene Of grief, despair, and sweet and high delight.

I speak not of the bad ; but sure a throng

Of loving friends will meet the judge's sight,
Skill'd in the notes of ransom'd sinners' song:-

Shall we be with these sleepers as they rise ?
Say, shall we join them in yon blessed skies?



Rev. 7.

Bebold, before the Lamb, before God's throne

In robes of white a countless multitude,
All bearing palms, in glorious order stood,

From ev'ry tribe and tongue by goodness won ; Their voices high are join'd, as if but one ;

All cry aloud-Salvation to our God,
And to the glorious Lamb, whose precious blood

For all our deepest sins did once atone !
Then fell the angels prostrate, and they said-

While with enraptur'd hearts they God adore,

And to the Lamb of sacrifice they bend— “ Let honor, glory, blessing, thanks be paid,

All might, and wisdom, majesty, and power
Unto our God for ages without end !”


For ages worshipp'd by the Minstrel throng,

By rippling brook, in air, and field, and wood,
On mountain top, and ridge of billowy flood,

Nature ! thou dost thy Maker mighty wrong. Hast thou no speech to check the erring song ? Glows not thy beauteous cheek with mantling

blood Thyself to take His praise, “ First Fair, FIRST

Good ?
Wilt thou this wild delusion still prolong ?
Vain Idol ! this thy folly thou shalt rue :

A voice is swelling on the mountain breeze,
And echoes loud from yonder azure sky-
Thy beauty's light shall turn to deadly hue;
On all thy charms the kindling flames shall seize,
And worshipper and god in ashes lie!"

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