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ON SEEING A SHIP LOST IN THE DOWNS.
HE vent'rous merchant, fill'd with hopes of gain, Risks all his fortune on yon faithless main: Deep freighted vessels hoist the spreading sail, And smoothly fcud before the wafting gale. But lo! the skies, prophetic, fpeak aloud Of threat'ning winds in yon now distant cloud. The skilful failor, mindful of his store, Swift drops the fail which he just rais'd before. But all in vain-the boift'rous winds arise, And foaming furges dafh the low'ring skies! See, loft the mast-and now the rudder gone, The fteerlefs bark faft drives refiftlefs on. On pointed rocks, lo! ftrikes the foundering keel, And o'er the hatches the ftunn'd failors reel !
That heavy blow, alas! their fate decides,
The chriftian, thus, on life's tempeftuous fea,
Like bluft'ring winds, or foaming billows rise,
Now, loft the BARK-but where's her precious More choice than pearls or Ophir's golden ore? [ftore, That freight of nature on the fea of time, Convey'd to mortals and from clime to clime! Lo! from the wreck-th' immortal treasure bore; And now fafe landed on th' eternal fhore: The gracious owner view'd th' affaulted prize, Saw fwelling waves and each foul blast arise: Saw threat'ning dangers ere they came too near, And fav'd the CARGO he first trufted there.
ON THE CHILDREN OF ISRAEL'S PASSAGE OUT OF EGYPT.
[fu'd, THEN Egypt's king God's chofen tribes purIn chrystal walls th' admiring waters stood; When thro' the defart wild they took their way, The rocks relented, and pour'd forth a fea. What limits can Almighty goodness know, Since feas can harden, and fince rocks can flow!
LOVE TO CHRIST. JOHN XXI. xvii.
BY MISS STEEL.
MNISCIENT Lord, before whose awful All undisguis'd, thy creatures actions lie; Thou feeft my heart through every winding maze, Each fecret thought thy piercing glance surveys. My Saviour God-and can I call thee mine? Can I each idol-vanity refign?.
Can I to thee appeal without a fear,
Thou know'ft I love thee with a flame fincere ?
Back from my lips the half-form'd accents Hart:
See, deareft Lord, obedient to thy call,
ON HEARING A MINISTER OF THE GOSPEL
HEN Jacob's God arrang'd the priestly line, Attesting wonders fhew'd the work divine ! To filence doubt-or Ifrael's louder voice, The BUDDING-ROD on AARON fix'd the choice. So, when the Lord, a faithful fervant chofe, To found his gospel and maintain his laws; A wonder equal to the fertile rod, Confirm'd the work to be alike from God: Th' almighty Father-guardian of the weak, Stretch'd forth his arm, and made a BUTTON speak.
A RURAL MEDITATION.
BY MISS STEEL.
HAT foft delight the peaceful bofom warms, When nature, dreft in all her vernal charms, Around the beauteous landscape fmiles ferene, And crowns with every gift the lovely scene! In every gift the donor fhines confeft,
And heavenly bounty chears the grateful breast.