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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 fail,
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 arife,
And foaming furges dafh the low'ring skies!
See, loft the maft-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 stunn'd failors reel !
That heavy blow, alas! their fate decides,
And the wreck'd vessel into halves divides :
Behold! fhe finks-with her th' intrufted ftore,
Which late enrich'd the owner's calmer fhore:
Both buried lie in that deep wat'iy grave,
Nor fhip-nor cargo-could weak mortals fave.
The chriftian, thus, on life's tempeftuous sea,
Explores the climes of vaft eternity;
On fwelling waves behold him troubl'd roll;
Himself the BARK-the FREIGHT his precious foul !
Now adverse providence-now pale disease,
Now pain and anguifh the toft veffel feize;
Like bluft'ring winds, or foaming billows rise,
And strike refiftlefs their long-beaten prize:
To fhun the stroke, or heal the fatal blow,
Friends and physicians their kind aid bestow!
But all in vain-afflictions ftill pursue,
The force of nature and of art fubdue;
Like rufhing feas, attack the weary'd breath,
And drive his veffel on the ROCKS of DEATH.
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 shore:
The gracious owner view'd th' affaulted prize,
Saw fwelling waves and each foul blast arife:
Saw threat'ning dangers ere they came too near,
And fav'd the CARGO he first trusted there.
ON THE CHILDREN OF ISRAEL'S PASSAGE OUT
HEN 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 sea. What limits can Almighty goodness know, Since feas can harden, and fince rocks can flow!
LOVE TO CHRIST. JOHN XXI. xvii.
MNISCIENT Lord, before whofe awful eye, All undifguis'd, thy creatures actions lie; Thou feeft my heart through every winding maze, Each fecret thought thy piercing glance furveys. 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?
Alas! I doubt my vile deceitful heart;
Back from my lips the half-form'd accents Atart:
A thousand meaner objects fhare my love,
From thee, from thee, my foolish paffions rove:
My conscious foul shrinks at the solemn test,
And yet I fain would hope, I love thee beft!
I fain would hope! unworthy, base return!
Can it be love, and yet so faintly burn?
Didft thou forfake thy radiant courts on high,
And freely lay thy dazzling glories by?
Affume the human form, and wear the chains
Of guilty rebels doom'd to endless pains?
Bear all our fins, remove the pon'drous load
Of vengeance due from an incenfed God?
And bleeding, dying on the crofs, atone
For mortal crimes in agonies unknown?
Touch'd with the melting power of love divine,
Can I refufe this worthless heart of mine?
See, deareft Lord, obedient to thy call,
Afham'd, repentant, at thy feet I fall,
And would refign myself, my foul, my all!
O let this ftubborn heart, this flinty rock,
Soften❜d by heavenly love, with forrow broke,
Bath'd in the fountain of thy bleeding veins,
Be fully cleans'd from all its guilty stains:
'Till I can fay, without a rifing fear,
Thou, who know'ft all things, know'ft my love fincere.
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 fpeak.
THAT foft delight the peaceful bofom warms,
When nature, dreft in all her vernal charms,
Around the beauteous landscape smiles ferene,
And crowns with every gift the lovely scene!
In every gift the donor fhines confeft,
And heavenly bounty chears the grateful breast.
Now lively verdure paints the laughing meads,
And o'er the fields wide-waving plenty spreads.
Here woodbines climb, difpenfing odours round,
There smiles the pink, with humble beauties crown'd;
And while the flowers their various charms difclofe,
Queen of the garden, fhines the blushing rose.
The fragrant tribes difplay their sweetest bloom,
And every breezy whisper breathes perfume.
But this delightful season must decay ;
year rolls on, and steals its charms away.
How swift the gaily tranfient pleasure flies!
Stern winter comes, and every beauty dies.
The fleeting blifs, while penfive thought deplores,
The mind in fearch of nobler pleasure foars;
And feeks a fairer PARADISE on high,
Where beauties rife and bloom, that never die.
There winter ne'er invades with hoftile arms,
But everlasting spring displays her charms:
CELESTIAL fragrance fills the bleft retreats,
Unknown to earth in all her flow'ry sweets.