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"Father, forgive them,' Jesus cries,

They know not what they do."

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Give us, great God, a soul like his,

To love our enemies.

SECTION XXIII.

The dangers and snares of life.

AWAKE, my soul! lift up thine eyes;
See where thy foes against thee rise,
In long array, a num'rous host!
Awake, my soul, or thou art lost!

Here giant danger threat'ning stands,
Must'ring his pale terrific bands;
There pleasure's silken banners spread,
And willing souls are captive led.

See where rebellious passions rage,
And fierce desires and lusts engage;
The meanest foe of all the train

Has thousands and ten thousands slain,

Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground;
Perils and snares beset thee round:
Beware of all, guard ev'ry part,
But most, the traitor in thy heart.

WATTS.

Come then, my soul, now learn to wield

The weight of thine immortal shield:
Put on the armour from above

Of heav'nly truth and heav'nly love.

The terror and the charm repel,
And pow'rs of earth, and pow'rs of hell:
The Man of Calvary triumph'd here;
Why should his faithful follow'rs fear?

SECTION XXIV.

BARBAULD.

The Divine Being knows and sees every thing.

LORD, thou hast search'd and seen me through:
Thine eye beholds, with piercing view,
My rising and my resting hours,

My heart and flesh, with all their pow'rs.

My thoughts, before they are my own,
Are to my God distinctly known;
He knows the words I mean to speak,
Ere from my op'ning lips they break.

Within thy circling pow'r I stand;
On ev'ry side I find thy hand:
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,
I am surrounded still with God,

Amazing knowledge, vast and great!

What large extent! what lofty height!
My soul, with all the pow'rs I boast,
Is in the boundless prospect lost.

O may these thoughts possess my breast,
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest!

Nor let my weaker passions dare
Consent to sin, for God is there.—

Could I so false, so faithless prove,
To quit thy service and thy love,
Where, Lord, could I thy presence shun,
Or from thy dreadful glory run?

If up to heav'n I take my flight,
'Tis there thou dwell'st inthron'd in light;
Or dive to hell, there vengeance reigns,
And Satan groans beneath thy chains.

If, mounted on a morning ray,
I fly beyond the western sea;
Thy swifter hand would first arrive,
And there arrest thy fugitive.

Or should I try to shun thy sight
Beneath the spreading veil of night;
One glance of thine, one piercing ray,
Would kindle darkness into day.

O may these thoughts possess my breast,
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest;

Nor let my weaker passions dare

Consent to sin, for God is there.

SECTION XXV.

All nature attests the great Creator.

HAST thou beheld the glorious sun,
Through all the sky his circuit run,
At rising morn, at closing day,

And when he beam'd his noontide ray?

Say, didst thou e'er attentive view
The ev'ning cloud, or morning dew?

Or, after rain, the wat❜ry bow

Rise in the east, a beauteous show?

When darkness had o'erspread the skies,

Hast thou e'er seen the moon arise;

And, with a mild and placid light,

Shed lustre o'er the face of night?

Hast thou e'er wander'd o'er the plain,
And view'd the fields, and waving grain ;
The flow'ry mead, the leafy grove,
Where all is melody and love?

Hast thou e'er trod the sandy shore,

And heard the restless ocean roar,

WATTS.

When, rous'd by some tremendous storm,
Its billows roll in dreadful form?

Hast thou beheld the lightning stream,

Through night's dark gloom with sudden gleam; While the bellowing thunder's sound,

Roll'd rattling through the heav'ns profound?

Hast thou e'er felt the cutting gale,

The sleeting show'r, the biting hail;
Beheld bright snow o'erspread the plains;
The water bound in icy chains?

Hast thou the various beings seen,
That sport along the valley green;
That sweetly warble in the spray,
Or wanton in the sunny ray;

That shoot along the briny deep,
Or under ground their dwellings keep;
That through the gloomy forest range,
Or frightful wilds and deserts strange?

Hast thou the wond'rous scenes survey'd,
That all around thee are display'd?
And hast thou never rais'd thine eyes,
TO HIM who caus'd these scenes to rise?

'Twas GOD who form'd the concave sky, And all the shining orbs on high:

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