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Not only to excel in thought profound,
But also till and plant the barren ground ?
To teach mankind to live and to be wise,
Nor scorn the just dominion of the skies?
Man, as he should be, is a being fraught
With heavenly gifts by God's good Spirit taught;
But left alone o'er the wide world, he craves
For earthly wisdom, and the mind enslaves;
Man of himself excels the brute, but why
His form so noble, dark his destiny?
The Word of God hath said it, 'tis enough;
What need we further or more ample proof?
Believe and live, all His blest laws obey,
“ Straight is the gate and narrow is the way;"
And he that follows in unshaken trust,
Stumble he may, but rise again he must.
Come Cranmer, Ridley, ye who paved the way,
Who taught mankind the valour true; to pray,
To trust the merits of a Saviour's strife,
And soar beyond the petty thought of life.

Ye warriors true of old, awake, arise,
And sound the trumpet of our destinies;
And all ye living champions, Priests of God,
Sound the alarm, our Saviour or the sod.

Is there, oh fellow-mortals, can there be, Amid this wide world, such an ecstasy, As to reclaim, one wandering, wayward slave, To bring him from the darkness of the grave; To place him in the sacred light of heaven, And tell him, there, thy erring soul's for

given; To lead him to the Lamb and to the Word, And show him the glad tidings they afford; To be a bosom friend, to raise the theme, Oft on our pathway, then to share the beam, The kindred ray, the glow of peace; to share The sanctifying charms of heartfelt prayer ; To share the joys that from communion flow, And, living upon earth, feel not its woe;

To share with him the Bread of Life, to drink
The Wine of Consolation, then to think,
To feel, that He who, once a little child,
Now looks upon us, even now hath smiled;
(And evermore the weak the poor will guide,
Who only upon Him their all confide ;)
And then to look above, and from the heart,
In quick succession tears of joy to start,
And the whole soul to melt in love divine,
And bliss and piety for ever shine.
Thus is it when the mind of man will turn,
And in its secret soul doth inly mourn;
Thus is it when from God 'tis freely given,
To point the way of life, the path to heaven ;
Thus was it ever since the world began,
For love, and love alone, could save lost man;
Thus shall it ever be till time shall end,
For truth, and truth alone, is man's best friend ;
For 'tis by grace, and Sovereign grace alone,
That man can look for pardon to atone

For his deep sinfulness; and when the time,
That holy hour, shall come, a happier clime
Shall then be ours, far amid gems and flowers
Of amaranthine wreaths and fair-laden bowers.
Nor of those fruits found on the desert plain,
Which tasted, turn to ashes' direful gain;
Nor of those joys too many seek below,
Of riches, pomp,

and

power that ever flow In the deep heart of man, but joys of love, Joys found only in the blessed realms above. There, amid countless angels, we shall learn Of beings that came down our souls to turn, That we might live for ever--there we shall see The heights and depths of human misery, And smile to think it was our greatest woe Upon this earth that kindled the first glow, And led us up to life; oh, in that hour, When upon us shall fall th' Almighty power, Where will our thoughts be? In one flash of light, Our faculties shall burst from dark to bright,

And in a moment we shall view this earth

As of a second nature, a new birth,
Revealing all life's mysteries to view,
Both the dark cloud and trivial error too.
Then we shall love to visit every scene,
The churchyard where we lay, the village green ;
The dark spots of our life, the gay, the free,
Will all be read in our life's destiny,
And
every

friend familiar to our face,
From childhood up to their last resting-place.

'Tis now calm midnight, hallowed thoughts in

spire
The soul with gleanings of life's sober fire.
Spirit of Wisdom, be my guide to trace
The secrets of the heart both good and base.
Unveil, oh King of Heaven, my dark mind,
That all its faculties, bright, unconfined,
May kindle into life ; let in my brain,
The present and the past, come o'er again,

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