Than 65. PRAISE FOR FAITH. F all the gifts thine hand bestows, Not heaven itself a richer knows Faith too, the blood-receiving grace, Till thou thy teaching power apply, Blind to the merits of thy Son, We could expect a cure. We praise thee, and would praise thee more, To Thee our all we owe; The precious Saviour, and the power That makes him precious too. 66. GRACE AND PROVIDENCE. LMIGHTY King! whose wondrous hand Supports the weight of sea and land, Whose grace is fuch a boundless store, No heart shall break that fighs for more. Thy providence supplies my food, My streams of outward comfort came Either his hand preferves from pain, From Satan's malice fhields my breast, Forgive the fong that falls fo low It means thy praife, however poor, 67. I WILL PRAISE THE LORD AT ALL TIMES. INTER has a joy for me, While the Saviour's charms I read, Spring returns, and brings along Hark! the turtle's plaintive fong Seems to speak his dying groans! Summer has a thousand charms, 'Tis his fun that lights and warms, What! has Autumn left to fay Light appears with early dawn, Evening with a filent pace, FRAGMENT OF A HYMN. O Jefus, the Crown of my Hope, My Saviour, whom abfent I love, TO THE REVEREND MR. NEWTON. An Invitation into the Country. HE swallows in their torpid state The call of early Spring. The keeneft froft that binds the stream, But man, all feeling and awake, With prefent ills his heart must ache, Old Winter, halting o'er the mead, Then April, with her fifter May, Shall chafe him from the bowers, And weave fresh garlands every day, And if a tear, that speaks regret Of happier times, appear, A glimpse of joy, that we have met, CATHARINA. Addreffed to Mifs Stapleton, (now Mrs. Courtney.) HE came-she is gone-we have met— The fun of that moment is fet, The last evening ramble we made, By the nightingale warbling nigh. We paused under many a tree, And much she was charm'd with a tone, Lefs fweet to Maria and me, Who fo lately had witness'd her own. My numbers that day fhe had fung, And gave them a grace fo divine, As only her musical tongue Could infufe into numbers of mine. |