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'Tis theirs to free-exalt--and not debase-
Dr. W. Beattie.
To souls by error tossed;
To lands in darkness lost-
His grace and power proclaim,
To breathe Messiah's name.
A work of grace like this!
A Heaven of endless bliss!
Far, far below the prize
O, bless the pious zeal
Madan. Where is your heathen brother?--From his grave
Near thy own gates, or 'neath a foreign sky, From the thronged depths of ocean's mourning wave,
His answering blood reproachfully doth cry, Blood of the soul!--Can all earth's fountains make Thy dark stain disappear?-Stewards of God, awake!
MOMENT_MINUTE. In a moment shall they die, and the people shall be troubled at midnight, and pass away.-Job, xxxiv. 20.
Come, my people, enter thou into thy chambers, and shut thy doors about thee: hide thyself as it were for a little moment, until the indignation be overpast.--Isaiah, xxvi. 20.
MINUTES are number'd by the fall of sands,
Catch, then, O catch the transient hour,
Improve each moment as it flies;
Spring new moments into light;
Sends its moment back to night;
Spirits trace, before the throne,
Of each little moment flown;
Thus to mortal sight unrollid,
More of man, might we behold,
MORNING My voice shalt thou hear in the morning, O Lord; in the morning will I direct my prayer unto Thee, and will look up.-Psalm v. 3.
My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning: I say, more than they that watch for the morning.--Psalm cxxx. 6.
Behold the day, behold, it is come: the morning is gone forth.Ezekiel, vii. 10.
Seek Him that maketh the seven stars and Orion, and turneth the shadow of death into the morning, and maketh the day dark with night.-Amos, v. 8.
WHEN first thy eyes unveil, give thy soul leave
To do the like; our bodies but forerun
Unto their God, as flowers do to the sun:
Dawn with the day, there are set awful hours 'Twixt Heaven and us; the manna was not good
After sun-rising, for day sullies flowers. Rise to prevent the sun; sleep doth sins glut, And Heaven's gate opens when the world's is shut. Walk with thy fellow-creatures; note the hush
And whisperings amongst them. Not a spring Or leaf but hath his morning hymn; each bush
And oak doth know I Av-canst thou not sing? O leave thy cares and follies! Go this way, And thou art sure to prosper all the day. Mornings are mysteries: the first world's youth,
Man's resurrection, and the future's bud, Shroud in their births; the crown of life, light, truth,
Is styled their star; the stone and hidden food: Three blessings wait upon them, one of which Should move-They make us holy, happy, rich.
Awakes the kindling ray,
And pours increasing day.
O, what a night was that which wrapp'd
The heathen world in gloom!
Triumphant from the tomb!
And loud Hosannahs sung;
And praise on every tongue.
To hail this happy morn;
Through the vales the breezes sigh;
Henry Ware, Jun.
The God of mercy walks His round
From day to day, from year to year, And warns us each with awful sound,
"No longer stand ye idle here.” Ye, whose young cheeks are rosy bright,
Whose hands are strong, whose hearts are clear, Waste not of youth the morning light,
Oh fools, why stand ye idle here? And ye, whose scanty locks of grey
Foretel your latest travail near, How fast declines your useless day,
And stand ye yet so idle here? One hour remains, there is but one,
But many a grief and many a tear, Through endless ages, must atone
For moments lost and wasted here. Heber.
Serve God at morn, that solemn hallowed hour, When Nature wakes, as from the sleep of death, When the glad song from mountain, grove, and bower, Is heard through heaven and on the earth beneath. Serve God! Let Him receive thy morning's early breath.
Morn is the time to think,
While thoughts are fresh and free,
Of vast eternity!
New, every morning, is the love