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SECTION XIX.

The Christian* Race.

1. ÅWAKE', my soul, stretch every něrve,

And press with vigour on:
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,

And an immortal crown. 2. A cloud of witnesses åround',

Fİold thee in full survey:
Forget the steps already trod,

And onward urge thy way.
3. 'Tis God's all-animating voice,

That calls thee from on high;
'Tis his own hand presents the prize

To thine aspiring eye:
4. That prize with peerless glories bright,

Which shall new lustre boast,
When victors' wreaths, and monarchs' gems,

Shall blend in common dust.
5. My soul, with sācred ardour fir'd,

The glorious prize pursue ;
And meet with joy the high command,
To bid this earth ădieu'.

SEC'TION XX.

The dying Chrisi'ian to his soul 1. VITAL spark of heav'nly flame!

Quit, oh quit this mortal frame :
Trembling, hoping, ling’ring, flying,
Oh the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond na'ture,t cease thy strife,

And let me languish into life.
2. Hark! they whisper; angels say,

“ Sister spirit, come away.
What is this absorbs me quite;
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?

Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
3. The world recedes; it disappears!
Heav'n opens on my eyes! My ears
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With sounds seraphick ring:
Lend, lend your wings ! I monnt! I dy!
O Grave ! where is thy vic'tor-y?
O Death! where is thy stiug ?

SECTION XXI.

Epitaph on a poor and virtuous man.
I. STOP, reader, here, and deign to look

On one without a name ;
Ne’er* enter'd in the ample book

Of for'tune,f orl of fame.
2. Studious of peace, he hated strife;

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."
4. In the great day of wrăth, though pride

Now scorns his pedigree,
Thousands shall wish they'd been allied

To this great family.

SEC'TION XXII.

Love to enemies.
1. WHEN Chrīst, ămóng the sons of men,

In hùm'ble form was found,
With cruel slănders, false and vain,

He was encompass'd round.
2. The woes of men, his pity mov'd;

Their peace, he still pursu'd; They render'd hatred for his love,

And evil for his good.
3. Their malice rag'd without a cause,

Yet with his dying breath,
He pray'd for murd'rers on his cross,

And bleas'd his foes in death.
4. From tbe rich fôûn'tain of his love,
What streams of mercy flow!
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" Father, forgive them," Jēzus cries,

66 They know not what they do." 5. Let not this bright example shine,

In vain before our eyes !
Give us, great God, a soul likė his,

To love our enemies.

SEC'TION XXIII..

The dangers and snares of life. 1. AWAKE', my

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See where thy foes ăgainsť thee rise,
In long array, a pum'rous host !

Åwākc, my soul, or thou art lost.
2. Here giant dānger threatning stands,

Must'ring his pale terrifick bands;
There pléaş'ure's silken banners spread,

And willing souls are captive led. 3. See where rebellious passions rage,

And fierce desires and lusts engage;
The meanest foe of all the train

Has thousands and ten thousands slain. 4. Thou tread'st upon ěnchăn'ted ground;

Perils and suares beset thee round:
Beware of all, guard every part,

But most the traitor in thy heart.
5. 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. 6. The terror and the charm repel,

And pow'rs of earth, and pow'rs of hell:
The Man of Căl'v'ry triumph'd here;
Why should his faithful followers fear?

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 rising and my resting hours,

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:
Awake, asleep', at home, abroad,

I am surrounded still with God.
4. Amā'zing knowledge, vast, and great!

What large extent! what lofty height!
My soul, with all the powers I boast,

Is in the boundless prospect lost !
5. O may these thoughts põşşess' my breast,

Where'er 1 rcve, where'er 1 rest!
Nor let my weaker passions dare

Consent to sin, for God is there !
6. Could I so false, so faithless prove,

To quit thy sèr'vice and thy love,
Where, Lord, could I thy presence shun,

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;
Or dive to hell, there vengeance reigns,

And satan groans beneath thy chains.
8. If, mounted on a morning ray,
I fly beyond the western sea,
Thy swifter hand would first arrive,

And there arrest thyr fugitive.
9. Or should I try to shun thy sight

Beneath the spreading vail of night;
One glănce of thinc, one pier'cing ray,

Would kindle darkness into day. 10. Oh ! may these thoughts põşşěss' my breast,

Where'er 1 rove, where'er / rest;
Nor let my weaker passions dare
Consent to sin, for God is there.

SEC'TION XXV,

All nature attests the great Crea'tor. 1. Hast thou beheld the glorious sun,

Through all the sky his circuitil run,
At rising morn, at closing day,
And when he beam'd his noontide ray?
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2. Say, didst thov e'er* attentive view

The evening cloud, or morning dew!
Or, after rain, the wat’ry bow

Rise in the east, a beauteous show?
3. When darkness had o'erspread the skies,

Hast thou e’er* seen the moon årīşe ;
And with a mild and placid light,

Shed lustre o'er the face of night?
4. Hast thou e'er wânder'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?
5. Hast thou e'er trod the sandy shore,

And heard the restless ocean roar,
When, rous'd by some tremendous storm,

Its billows roll in dreadful form?
6. 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 ? 7. Hast thou e'er felt the cutting gale,

The sleety shower, the biting hail;
Beheld bright snow o'erspread the plains;

The water, bound in icy chains ?
8. Hast thou the various beings seen,

That sport ălòng' the valley green;
That sweetly wârble on the spray,

Or wân'tón in the sunny ray:
9. That shoot ålòng' the briny deep,

Or under ground their dwellings keep;
That through the gloomy forests range,

Or frightful wilds, and děş'erts strānge? 10. Hast thou the wondrous scenes survey'd,

That all åround thee are display'd ?
And hast thou never rais'd thine eyes

TO HIM who caus'd these scenes to rise ?
11. 'Twas GOD who form’d the concave sky,t

And all the shining orbs on high:
Who gave the various beings birth,
That people all the spacious earth.
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