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If thou art near, I búrn; remote, I freeze;
ON ST. PAUL'S CONVERSION.
RAISE to the power whose love's unerring dart
PART OF PSALM XC. PARAPHRASED.
O fooner time his hafty flight began, And the warm clod was moulded into man, Than man commenc'd his God's peculiar care, Fled to his arms, and fmil'd ferenely there : And the fame goodness and almighty power Beam on the race, which beam'd on one before. Before the skies their ambient arch display'd, Or the foundations of the world were laid, JEHOVAH fill'd his everlasting throne, In boundless blifs unrivall'd and alone: And when the fun forgets to rule the day, And nature's rolling wheels fhall cease to play, In undiminish'd pomp he fhall remain, And vaft eternity fhall be his reign.
Lord! as our lives were kindled by thy breath, So at thy pleasure we refign to death, Quit all the gay diftinctions once we wore, Sink to our duft, and rife to earth no more. The tedious travel of a thousand years Before thine all-enfolding view appears Short as the tranfient hours of yester-light, Or the laft watch that bolts the gates of night.
As rivers, fwoln with fierce descending rains, O'ertop their banks, and rufh into the plains, Bound, foam, and thunder with tempeftuous force, And spread refiftlefs ravage in their course,
So from life's careless walks with headlong fway
When fleep has hufh'd the day's fad cares to rest, What vain illufions revel in our breast!
Yet, big with truth, and weighty import, seem
Admit it, heaven fhould check the ftroke of fate Till life protracted reach'd its utmost date, Or to the vital glass new fands fhould pour, Till, feventy winters paft, we fill'd the fcore, A weary pilgrimage we ftill must go, And pant beneath a growing load of woe;
Till nature, with her toils and griefs oppreft,
O dread JEHOVAH, who can ever know
THOUGHTS IN HEALTH.
HEN ficknefs fhall affail my nobleft part, And rufh impetuous on my throbbing heart; When pain poffefs'd of every nerve appears, And nought but palenefs my fall'n vifage wears; When every earthly wifh fhall fade away, And death fhall chill the ftiff'ning corfe to clay; Do thou, GREAT GOD! in that furprizing hour, Sustain my foul by thy almighty power: Let faith, let hope, let ecftacy of love, Wing me to reach the blissful scenes above; To join the choir where each thy glory fings, And hail triumphant THEE, bleft KING of kings.
I COR. CHAP. XIII. PARAPHRASED.
BY MR. PRIOR.
ID fweeter founds adorn my flowing tongue, Than ever man pronounc'd, or angel fung: Had I all knowledge, human and divine, That thought can reach, or science can define; And had I power to give that knowledge birth, In all the speeches of the babbling earth: Did Shadrach's zeal my glowing breast inspire, To weary tortures and rejoice in fire; Or had I faith like that which Ifrael faw, When Mofes gave them miracles, and law; Yet gracious CHARITY, indulgent guest, Were not thy power exerted in my breast, Those speeches would send up unheeded pray'r; That fcorn of life would be but wild defpair: A cymbal's found were better than my voice: My faith were form: my eloquence were noise. CHARITY, decent, modeft, easy, kind, Softens the high, and rears the abject mind; Knows with juft reins, and gentle hand to guide, Betwixt vile fhame, and arbitrary pride, Not foon provok'd, fhe eafily forgives : And much she suffers, as the much believes. Soft peace fhe brings where-ever she arrives; She builds our quiet, as the forms our lives :