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How happy is the man who hears instruction's warning voice.

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Hear the lark and lipnet singing,

Welcome to the new-born day ! 4. Věr'năl musick, softly sounding,

Echoes through the věrdant grove.
Nature now with life ăbôûn'ding,

Swells with barmony and love. 5. Now the kind refreshing showers,

Water all the plains around':
Springing grăss, and painted flowers,

In the smiling meads åbound'. 6. Now their věr'năl dress assuming,

Leafy robes ådôrn the trees:
Odours now the air pěrfü'ming,

Sweetly swell the gentle breeze. 7. Praise to thee, thou great Crca'tor!

Praise be thine from every tongue:
Join, my soul, with every creature;

Join the univěrsal song.
8. For ten thousand blessings given;

For the richest gifts bestow'd;
Sound his praise through earth and heaven,
Sound Jē-ho'văh's praise ăloud!


Heavenly wisdom 1 How happy is the man who hears

Instruction's wär'ning voice;
And who celestial Wisdom makes

His early, only choice.
2. For she has treaş'ures greater far

Than east or west unfold;
And her reward is more secure

Than is the gain of gold
3. In her right hand she holds to view

A length of happy years;
And in her left, the prize of fame,

And hõn'our bright appears.
4. She guides* the young, with innocence,

In pleaş'ure's path to tread : A crown of glory she bestows Upon the hoary head.

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6. According as her labours rise,

So her rewards increase :
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,

And all her paths àre peace.


The Man of Ross.
1. Rise, hõn'est muse, and sing the Man of Ross.-

Who hung with woods yon môûn’tain's sultry brow!
From the dry rock who băde the waters flow?
Not to the skies in useless columns tost,
Or in proud falls magnificently lost;
But clear and artless, pouring through the plain,

Health to the sick, and solace to the swain.
2. Whose câuşe'wāy parts the vale with shady rows ?

Whose seats the wea'ry traveller repose ?
Who taught that heaven-directed spire to rise !

66 The Man of Ross,” each lisping babe replies. 3. Behold the market-place with poor o'erspread !

The Man of Ross divīdes the weekly bread.
He feeds yon almshouse, neat, but void of state,
Where age and wânt sit smiling at the gate.
Him portion'd maids, apprentic'd orphans blest;

The young who labour, and the old who rest. 4. Is any sick? The Man of Ross relieves,

Prescribes, attends, the med'cine makes and gives.
Is there a variance ? Enter but his door,
Bâlk'd are the courts, and contest is no more.
Thrice happy man! enabled to pursúe
What numbers wish, but want the power to do.



1. WHILE some in folly's pleaş'ures roll,

And seek the joys that hurt the soul ;
Be mine, that silent calm repăst,
A peaceful conscience to the last :
That tree which bears immortal fruit,
Without a canker at the root;
hat friend, which never fails the just,
ben other friends must quit their trust.

3. Come then, my soul, be this thy guest,

And leave to folly's sons the rest:
With this thou ever mayst be gay,

And night shall brighten into day. 4. With this companion in the shade,

My soul no more shall be dişmayd ;
But fearless meet the midnight gloom,

And the pale monarch of the tornb. 5. Though tempests drive me from the shore,

And floods descend, and billows roar;
Though death appear in every form,

My little bark shall brave the storm. 6. Amid the various scene of ills,

Each stroke some kind* design fulfils;
And shall I murmur at my God,

When sóv’reigo Love dirěcts' the rod ? 7. Peace, rebel thoughts, I'll not complain;

My Father's smiles suspend my pain :
Smiles, that a thousand joys impart,

And pour the balm that heals the smart. 8. Though Heaven afflict, I'll not repine ;

Each heart-felt com'fórt still is mine :
Cóm'forts that shall o'er death prevail,

And journey with me through the vale. 9. Blest Say'iour! cheer that darksome way,

And lead me to the realms of day;
To milder skies, and brighter plains,
Where ěvérlăs'ting sunshine reigns.


Character of Christ. 1. BEHOLD, where, in a mortal form,

Appears each grace divine;
The virtues, all in Jē'şús met,

With mildest radiance shine. 2. The noblest love of human kind

Inspir'd his holy breast;
In deeds of mērcy, words of peace,

His kindness was exprest.
3. To spread the rays of heav'nly light,

To give the mourner joy,

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To preach glad tidings to the poor,

Was his divine employ.
4. Lowly in heart, by all his friends,

A friend and sěrvant found;
He wash'd their feet, he wip'd their tears,

And heal'd each bleeding wôûnd. 5. Midst keen reproach, and cruel scorn,

Patient and meek he stood :
His foes, ungrateful, sought his life;

He labour'd for their good. 6. In the last hour of deep distress,

Before his Father's throne..
With soul resign’d, he bow'd, and said,

“ Thy will, not mine, be done !" 7. Be Christ my pattern, and my guide !*

His image may I bear!

I tread his sācred steps,
And his bright glories share!

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Gratitude to the Supreme Being. 1. How chéēr'fûl along the gay mead,

The daisy and cowslip appear!
The flocks, as they carelessly feed,

Rejoice in the spring of the year.
2. The myr'tles that shade the gay bowers,

The hěr'bagef that springs from the sod, Trees, plănts, cooling fruits, and sweet flowers,

All rise to the praise of my God. 3. Shall

man, the great master of all,

The only insensible prove ?
Forbid it, fair Gratitude's call !

Forbid it, devotion and love !
4. The LORD, who such won'ders could raise,

And still can dēstrôy with a nod,
My lips shall incessantly praise ;
My heart shall rejoice in my God.


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