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A MORNING HYMN.
God of the morning! at whose voice
The cheerful sun makes haste to rise,
IV Be thou, O GOD! our guide and strength Till we arrive at heav'nly bliss; All our desires and hopes beside, Are vanity, compar'd with this.
THE TRUE WAY TO FLEASE GOD.
Wherewith shall we approach thee, LORD!
And bow. before thy throne ? Or, how procure thy kind regard,
And for our guilt atone ?
Shall altars flame, and victims bleed,
And spicy fumes ascend?
And make our GOD our friend?
Oh! no, great GOD! 'twere fruitless all,
Such off'rings are in vain :
And proofs of kindness give ;
Our God will ne'er despise ;: And cheerful duty will prefer
To costly sacrifice.
If solid happiness we prize,
And they are fools who roam :-
Our bliss begins at home.
To be resign'd, when ills betide,
Whose fragrance reaches heav'n.
Thus thro'life's changing scenes we'll go,
With cautious steps we'll tread;
And cheer our dying breath ;
And smooth the bed of death.
OBEDIENCE IS BETTER THAN SACRIFICE.
Thussaith the LORD, “The spacious fields,
« And flocks and herds are mine ; « O'er all the cattle of the hills
“ I claim a right divine.
“ I ask no sheep for sacrifice,
« Nor bullocks burnt with fire ; “ To hope and love, to pray and praise,
“ Is all that I require.
“Call upon me when trouble's near,
“My hand shall set thee free; “ Then shall thy grateful lips declare
«« The honour due to me.
“ The man who offers humble praise,
“ He glorifies me best ; « And those who tread my holy ways 66
INVITATIONS OF MERCY.
Come! said Jesus' sacred voice,
Thou, who houseless, sole, forlorn, Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, Long hast roam'd the barren waste, Weary pilgrim, hither haste !
Ye who, tost on beds of pain,
Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
Sinner, come! for here is found