The bitter cup; and how our saviour too
Felt the dire pressure of intensest woe:
These views are far-His memory is weak
Or is inactive-no kind friend appears:
Some small and sickly taper may begloom
His shadowing cell, and give its horrors form-
But hark! the hinges grate-a friend appears
Bearing the treasure lent us from the skies-
-He clasps it to his bosom! Hopes anew!
Rejoices, praises, tastes the sweets of bliss!
Is not this deed deserving! Oh my GoD
Give me to bear such joy to one poor heart,
And I will praise thee! Oh will praise forever!
Come nigh ye heroes! little majesties!

Put on your purple, trinkets, titles, all!

Come burnish up your deeds, your mighty deeds,
Let venal folly praise and trink them out,
And then compare-ah! well may ye avoid-
The rush light is asham'd before the sun
Nor is this all see yonder dusky tribe,
Bowing and paying homage to a rock;
A log, the sun, the moon, or twinkling stars-

Some senseless particle of God's creation.
Their minds are ignorant, or just prepar'd

By missions, Heav'nly, cheering, messengers,
To heed the truth that shall be brought to view :
See then this band! this most illustrious band!

Dispensing freely the delightful means

Of fixing knowledge and of gaining truth!
Soon shall we see those senseless idols fall!

Soon will temples smile! soon altars rise,

And incense kiss the clouds and mount on high!
Then, when the flood of living light shall pour,

Thro' all their moral hemisphere, a joy,

Whom will their hearts attempt to praise but God!
The LORD Jehovah! King and glorious judge!
Whom will they bless as instruments but ye,
Most favored band, who pour'd among them

Beams of Heavenly light and taught them life!
Around whose tents, will blessings kindly flow,

Call'd down by pray'r, new rais'd, now born, but your's!

And, when in Heav'n celestial joys ye taste,

Shall not bright myriads now to you unknown,

Praise their Jehovah as their Saviour true,

And bless and greet and Hail you as the means!

Oh thou who heard when Abraham call'd, and who Attention gave to infant Samuel's cry,

Grant me this pray'r!

May thy rich grace, like dew of Heav'n descend,
And own and bless this band, this zealous band,

And other happy bands, and other men,

Who, on thy strength relying, now exert,
Immanuel's kingdom to exalt, and thee to praise !
Scatter the fogs and darkness may be thrown

By Satan, in this day of rage and strife,

This hour of hydras, infidels, and blasphemy,

And keep thy chosen ones, and make them strong,

As Sinai's mountain, in. the hour of war!

Oh lead them too where charity shall smile,

And fill with love, and may their hearts
O'erflow with kindness as the nectar dew,

Till to Immanuel's bosom they depart,

And smiles commence shall beam and glad forever.

REFLECTIONS AT A PLEASANT COUNTRY SEAT, WHOSE OWNER HAD LATELY

SUNK INTO THE GRAVE.

AH solemn thought! these scenes, so calm and lovely,
Once, as beauteous and as calm, were view'd,
By eyes that now in cold oblivion rest!

Dead are those secret springs which hasty mov'd,
Light trembling joys around the bright'ning cheek
Oft, when the Sun's first ray soft struck the hills,
And, o'er the fields a tender mildness crept,
Or, when calm twilight blandly shed its sweets,
Or diamond midnight shone in azure shy.

Cold too the hand which pointed to the scene
Where nature's treasures most profusely spread.

And that dear heart,

Rich with the sweet'ners of our pilgrimage

With hope, with charity, and love,

Now stilly sleeps-Death has been here!

He's torn away a gem, but not destroy'd ;

A little moment hidden in the dust,

Soon with bright dazling lustre will it shine,

And shame yon orb of day!

THOUGHTS.

MY Saviour! unto thee I'd raise

The Halleluiah, that, with grateful flow,
Should glide down Time's short wave,
Then, with eternity commingling,
Last forever.

AH who shall murmur or repine,
Tho' delving in an earthly mine,

With brow expos'd to care!

The ore will be refin'd by grace,

The dross, our trials will displace,

And treasures rich prepare.