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The Christian* Race.
1. ÅWAKE', my soul, stretch every něrve,
And press with vigour on:
And an immortal crown. 2. A cloud of witnesses åround',
Fİold thee in full survey:
And onward urge thy way.
That calls thee from on high;
To thine aspiring eye:
Which shall new lustre boast,
Shall blend in common dust.
The glorious prize pursue ;
The dying Chrisi'ian to his soul 1. VITAL spark of heav'nly flame!
Quit, oh quit this mortal frame :
And let me languish into life.
“ Sister spirit, come away.”
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
With sounds seraphick ring:
Epitaph on a poor and virtuous man.
On one without a name ;
Of for'tune,f orl of fame.
Mcek vir'tues filled his breast: Hiş coat of
arms, a spotless lise ;" 66 An hòn'est heart," his crest. 3 Quarter'd therewith was innocence;
And thus his motto ran : 4 A conscience void of all offence
Before both God and man."
Now scorns his pedigree,
To this great family.
Love to enemies.
In hùm'ble form was found,
He was encompass'd round.
Their peace, he still pursu'd; They render'd hatred for his love,
And evil for his good.
Yet with his dying breath,
And bleas'd his foes in death.
" Father, forgive them," Jēzus cries,
66 They know not what they do." 5. Let not this bright example shine,
In vain before our eyes !
To love our enemies.
The dangers and snares of life. 1. AWAKE', my
Åwākc, my soul, or thou art lost.
Must'ring his pale terrifick bands;
And willing souls are captive led. 3. See where rebellious passions rage,
And fierce desires and lusts engage;
Has thousands and ten thousands slain. 4. Thou tread'st upon ěnchăn'ted ground;
Perils and suares beset thee round:
But most the traitor in thy heart.
The weight of thine immortal shield:
Of heav'nly truth and heav’nly love. 6. The terror and the charm repel,
And pow'rs of earth, and pow'rs of hell:
SEC'TION XXIV. The Di-vine' Being knows and sees every thing. 1. LORD, thou hast search'd ard seen me through,
Thine eye beholds, with piēr'cing view,
My heart and flesh, with all their powers. 2. 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. 3. Within thy circ'lingt power ) stand;
On every side I find thy hand:
I am surrounded still with God.
What large extent! what lofty height!
Is in the boundless prospect lost !
Where'er 1 rcve, where'er 1 rest!
Consent to sin, for God is there !
To quit thy sèr'vice and thy love,
Or from thy dreadful glory run ? 7. If up to heav'n I take my flight,
'Tis there thou dwell'st enthron'd in light;
And satan groans beneath thy chains.
And there arrest thyr fugitive.
Beneath the spreading vail of night;
Would kindle darkness into day. 10. Oh ! may these thoughts põşşěss' my breast,
Where'er 1 rove, where'er / rest;
All nature attests the great Crea'tor. 1. Hast thou beheld the glorious sun,
Through all the sky his circuitil run,
2. Say, didst thov e'er* attentive view
The evening cloud, or morning dew!
Rise in the east, a beauteous show?
Hast thou e’er* seen the moon årīşe ;
Shed lustre o'er the face of night?
And view?d the fields, and waving grain;
Where all is melody and love?
And heard the restless ocean roar,
Its billows roll in dreadful form?
Through night's dark gloom with sudden gleam; While the bellowing thunder's sound
Roll'd rattling through the heav'ns profound ? 7. Hast thou e'er felt the cutting gale,
The sleety shower, the biting hail;
The water, bound in icy chains ?
That sport ălòng' the valley green;
Or wân'tón in the sunny ray:
Or under ground their dwellings keep;
Or frightful wilds, and děş'erts strānge? 10. Hast thou the wondrous scenes survey'd,
That all åround thee are display'd ?
TO HIM who caus'd these scenes to rise ?
And all the shining orbs on high: