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So angels, doubtless, God's deep works explore,
In thought majestic, their bright spirits
Discover, praise, and wonder, and adore.
Meekness and gentleness his life adorned: He fell; and many a holy spirit mourned; He liv'd, and pointed wanderers to the skies,
He died, and realis'd the heavenly prize. He tried the grief-struck bosom to alloy, And shed o'er earthly gloom celestial joy. He died! He LIVES-in mansions high and fair;
Those whom he comforted are with him
Oh! what a crown for that high world of [night!
Are souls recovered from the world of
Well may each Christian minister rejoice With angels at a penitential voice,
And thank their Lord and Master, who hath given
Spirits their recompence, co-heirs of hea
Now while we thus conmemorate his name, May our hearts catch his pure and heavenly flame;
Think as he thought, and strive to be the
There fair and tributary flowers we strew, Bright children of the sun, and summer dew;
They soon will fade; but those upon his page
Will please, amuse, instruct, from age to
And oftimes lead full age and early youth, By beauteous lure, to seek the path of truth;
HERVEY! Our lives, like thine,unspotted be, And in our deaths may we be found with thee!
ADDRESSED TO HIS MOTHER BY A YOUTH AGED FOURTEEN YEARS.
HAIL, Mother! most endearing name,
Who rear'd me at your fost'ring knee.
Erst when I breath'd the vital air,
My infancy became thy care,
Which fondly all my wants supplied.
When sleep my helpless frame oppress'd,
And sweetly doz'd my hours away.
Nor was thy only care confin'd
O may you find as on you go,
The wells with living waters fill'd; Fed by those constant streams that flow From Christ,the Rock on which we build.
And when the beating pulse shall cease,
O may thine eyes be closed in peace,
B. H. K.
BY J. MONTGOMERY, ESQ.
"A CHILD is born!"-his birth proclaim; "A Son is given !"-declare his name;
Messiah, from the fall foretold,
The Deity in earthly mould!
---That mould, from which God's image lost
In Eden, at so dear a cost,
The new creation shall restore,
And guilt efface its lines no more.
Hail to his rising from afar !
He is the "Bright and Morning Star!"
'save his people from their sins,"
Again his glorious name record:
His ransom'd in the clouds to meet,