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DEATHLESS principle, arise!
Soar, thou native of the skies !
Pearl of price by Jesus bought,
To his glorious likeness wrought,
Go, to shine before his throne,
Deck his mediatorial crown;
Go, his triumphs to adorn,
Made for God, to God return.
Lo, he beckons from on high!
Fearless to his presence fly;
Thine the merit of his blood,
Thine the righteousness of God!
Angels, joyful to attend,
Hovering round thy pillow bend;
Wait to catch the signal given,
And escort thee quick to heaven!
Is thy earthly house distrest?
Willing to retain its guest?
"Tis not thou, but it, must die
Fly, celestial tenant, fly!
Burst thy shackles, drop thy clay,
Sweetly breathe thyself away.
Singing, to thy crown remove,
Swift of wing, and fired with love.
Shudder not to pass the stream, Venture all thy care on hin, Him, whose dying love and power Still’d its tossing, hush'd its war: Safe is the expanded wave, Gentle as a summer's eve; Not one object of his care Ever suffered shipwreck there! See the haven full in view, Love divine shall bear thee through ; Trust to that propitious gale, Weigh thy anchor, spread thy sail! Saints in glory perfect made, Wait thy passage through the shade: Ardent for thy coming o'er, See they throng the blissful shore ! Mount, their transports to improve, Join the longing choir above, Swiftly to their wish be given, Kindle higher joy in heaven !' Such the prospects that arise To the dying Christian's eyes! Such the glorious vista, Faith Opens through the shades of death!
CXXVII. HAPPINESS, thou lovely name,
Where's thy seat, О tell me, where ? Learning, pleasure, wealth, and fame,
All cry out," It is not here:."
Not the wisdom of the wise
Can inform me where it lies;
Not the grandeur of the great
Can the bliss I seek create.
Object of my first desire,
Jesus, crucified for me!
All to happiness aspire,
Only to be found in thee;
Thee to praise, and thee to know,
Constitute our bliss below;
Thee to see, and thee to love,
Constitute our bliss above.
Lord it is not life to live,
If thy presence thou deny;
Lord, if thou thy presence give,
'Tis no longer death to die: Source and giver of repose, Singly from thy smile it flows; Peace and happiness are thine, Mine they are, if thou art mine.
When first thine eyes unveil, give thy soul leave
To do the like; our bodies but forerun
The spirit's duty: true hearts spread and heave
Unto their God as flowers do to the sun;
Give him thy first thought then, so shalt thou keep
company all day, and in him sleep.
Yet never sleep the sun up; prayer should
Dawn with the day: there are set awful hours
'Twixt heaven and us; the manna was not good
After sun rising ; far 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 AM.-Canst thou not sing?
O leave thy cares and follies! go
And thou art sure to prosper all the day.
Serve God before the world ; let him not go,
Until thou hast a blessing ; then resign
The whole unto him, and remember who
Prevailed by wrestling ere the sun did shine :
Pour oil upon the stones, weep for thy sin,
Then journey on, and have an eye to heaven.
Mornings are mysteries : the first, world's youth,
Man's resurrection, and the future's bud,
Shrowd in their births; the crown of life, light, truth,
Is stiled their star; the stone and hidden food :
Three blessings wait upon them, one of which
Should move-they make us holy, happy, rich.
When the worlds' up, and every swarm abroad,
Keep well thy temper, mix not with each day:
Dispatch necessities, life hath a load
Which must be carried on, and safely may;
Yet keep those cares without thee; let the heart
Be God's alone, and choose the better part.
The seas are quiet when the winds are o'er, So calm are we when passions are no more! For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes Conceal that emptiness which age descries : The soul's dark cottage, barter'd and decay'd, Lets in new lights thro? chinks that time has made. Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home; Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view, That stand upon the threshold of the new.