An evening Hymn.

1. AND now another day is gone,

I'll sing my Maker's praise:

My cóm'forts ev'ry hour make known
His providence and grace.

2. But how my childhood runs to waste!
My sins, how great their sum!
Lord! give me pardon for the păst,
And strength for days to come.

3. I lay my body down to sleep;
Let angels guard my head,

And through the hours of darkness keep
Their watch ǎround' my bed.

4. With cheerful heart I close my eyes,
Since God will not remove;

And in the morning let me rise

SECTION XIII.

The winter's day.

1. WHEN raging storms deform the air,
And clouds of snow descend;

And the wide landscape, bright and fair,
No deepen'd colours blend;

2. When biting frost rides on the wind,
Bleak from the north and east,
And wealth is at its ease reclin'd,
Prepar'd to laugh and feast;

3. When the poor trav❜ller treads the plain, All dubious of his way,

And crawls with night increasing pain,
And dreads the parting day;

4. When poverty in vile attire,
Shrinks from the biting blast,
Or hovers o'er the pigmy fire,
And fears it will not lăst;
5. When the fond mother hugs her child
Still closer to her breast;
And the poor infant frost-beguil'd,
Scarce feels that it is prest;

6. Then let your bounteous hand extend
Its blessings to the poor;

Nor spurn the wretched, while they bend
All suppliant at your door.

SECTION XIV.

Compassion and forgiveness.

1. I HEAR the voice of wo;

A brother mortal mourns :

My eyes with tears, for tears o'erflow;

My heart his sighs returns.

2. I hear the thirsty cry;

The famish'd beg for bread:
O let my spring its streams supply;
My hand its bounty shed.-

3. And shall not wrath relent,

Touch'd by that hŭm'ble strain,
My brother crying, "I repent,
Nor will offer again'!"

The ignorance of man.

1. BEHOLD yon new-born infant griev'd With hunger, thirst, and pain; That asks to have the wants reliev'd, It knows not to complain.

2. Aloud' the speechless suppliant cries, And utters, as it can,

The woes that in its bo'şóm rise,
And speak its nature-man.

3. That infant, whose advăn'cing hour
Life's various sorrows try,

(Sad proof of sin's transmissive pow'r!) That infant, Lord, am I.

4. A childhood yet my thoughts confess, Though long in years mature; Unknowing whence I feel distress, And where, or what, its cure.

5. Author of good! to thee I turn:
Thy ever-wakeful eye

Alōne can all my wants diş-çern';
Thy hand alone supply.

6. O let thy fear within me dwell
Thy love my footsteps guide
That love shall all vain loves expel;
That fear, all fears beside.

7. And oh! by errour's force subdu'd,
Since oft my stubborn will
Prepost'rous shuns the latent good,
And grasps the specious ill;

8. Not to my wish, but to my want,
Do thou thy gifts apply:

SECTION XVI.

The happy choice.

1. BESET with snares on ev'ry hand,
In life's uncertain pàth I stand:
Fà'ther Di-vine! diffuse thy light,
To guide my doubtful footsteps right.
2. Engage this frail, and wav'ring heart,
Wisely to choose the better part;
To scorn the trifles of a day,
For joys that never fade ǎway.
3. Then let the wildest storms ǎrīşe;
Let tempests mingle earth and skies:
No fatal shipwreck shall I fear;
But all my trĕaş'ures with me bear.
4. If thou, my Fà'ther! still art nigh,
Cheer'fûl I live, and peaceful die:
Secure, when mortal cóm'förts flee,
To and ten thousand worlds in thee.

SECTION XVII.

The fall of the leaf.

1. SEE the leaves around' us falling,
Dry and wither'd to the ground;
Thus to thoughtless mortals calling,
In a sad and solemn sound:

2. "Sons of Ad'am, (once in E'den,
When, like us, he blighted fell,)
Hear the lecture* we are reading;
'Tis, ălăs! the truth we tell.

3. "Virgins, much, too much presuming
On your boasted white and red;
View us late in beauty blooming,
Number'd now among the dead.

4. "Youths, though yet no losses grieve you,
Gay in health and many a grace;
Let not cloudless skiest deceive you;
Summer gives to autumn place.

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Introduction, &c

[Part 2.

5. "Yearly in our course returning,
Messengers of shortest stay;

Thus we preach this truth concĕr'ning,
Heav'n and earth shall păss ǎway.

6. "On the tree of life ēter'nal,

Man, let all thy hopes be staid;
Which ǎlone, for ever věrnal,

Bears a leaf that shall not fade."

SECTION XVIII.

Trust in the goodness of God.

1. WHY, O my soul, why thus deprest,
And whence this anxious fear?
Let former favours fix thy trust,
And check the rising tear.

2. When darkness and when sorrows rose,
And press'd on every side,
Did not the Lord sustain thy steps,
And was not God thy guide ?*

3. Affliction is a stormy deep,

Where wave resounds to wave: Though o'er my head the billows roll, I know the Lord can save.

4. Pěrhǎps' before the morning dawns,
He'll reinstate my peace;

For he who băde the tempest roar,
Can bid the tempest cease.

5. In the dark watches of the night,
I'll count his mĕr'cies c'er:

I'll praise him for ten thousand păst,
And hum'bly sue for more.

6. Then, O my soul, why thus deprest,
And whence this anxicus fear?
Let former favours fix thy trust,
And check the rising tear.

7. Here will I rest, and build my hopes,
Nor murmur at his rod;

He's more than all the world to me,
My health, my life, my God.

*gyide.