MACINTOSH, PRINTER,

GREAT NEW-STREET, LONDON.

MAY I, by thy celestial guidance led,
Fix deep in my own heart the truths I teach!
In my own life transcribe whate'er of good
To others I propose! and by thy rule
Correct the irregular, reform the wrong,
Exalt the low, and brighten the obscure!
Still may I note how all the agreeing parts
Of this consummate system join to frame
One fair, one finished, one harmonious whole :
Trace the close links which form the perfect
chain

In beautiful connexion: mark the scale
Whose nice gradations, with progression true,
For ever rising, end in DEITY!

H. MORE.

THE CHRISTIAN LYRE.

THE WONDERS OF CREATION.

'TIS sweet to muse upon the skill displayed
(Infinite skill) in all that God has made!
To trace in Nature's most minute design,
The signature and stamp of power Divine,
Contrivance intricate, expressed with ease,
Where unassisted sight no beauty sees.
Then with a glance of fancy to survey,
Far as the faculty can stretch away,
Ten thousand rivers poured at his command
From urns that never fail through every land;
These like a deluge with impetuous force,
Those winding modestly a silent course,
The cloud-surmounting Alps, the fruitful vales,
Seas on which every nation spreads her sails,
The sun, a world whence other worlds drink
light,

The crescent moon, the diadem of night,
Stars countless, each in his appointed place,
Fast anchored in the deep abyss of space,-

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SEEING GOD IN HIS WORKS.

At such a sight to catch the poet's flame,
And with a rapture like his own exclaim,
These are thy glorious works, thou source of
good,

How dimly seen, how faintly understood!
Thine, and upheld by thy paternal care,

This universal frame, thus wondrous fair;
Thy power divine and bounty beyond thought,
Adored and praised in all that thou hast
wrought;

Absorbed in that immensity I see,

I shrink abased, and yet aspire to thee; Instruct me, guide me to that heavenly day, Thy words, more clearly than thy works display, That while thy truths my grosser thoughts refine,

I

may resemble thee, and call thee mine.

COWPER.

SEEING GOD IN HIS WORKS.

DOES not that sun, whose cheering beams impart
Joy's glad emotions to the pure in heart,—
Does not that vivid power teach every mind
To be as warm, benevolent, and kind;
To burn with unremitted ardour still-
Like him, to execute their Maker's will?