Be mine, that silent calm repast,
A peaceful conscience to the last

2. That tree which bears immortal fruit,
Without a canker at the root;

That friend, which never fails the just,
When 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 dismay'd;
But fearless meet the midnight gloom.
And the pale monarch of the tomb.

5. Though tempests drive me from the shore,
And floods descend, and billows roar;
Though death appear in ev'ry 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 sov'reign love directs 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 Heav'n afflict, I'll not repine;
Each heart-felt comfort still is mine:
Comforts that shall o'er death prevail,
And journey with me through the vale,
9. Blest Saviour! cheer that darksome way,
And lead me to the realms of day;
To milder skies and brighter plains,
Where everlasting sunshine reigns

SECTION VIII.

Character of Christ

1. BEHOLD, where, in a mortal form,
Appears each grace divine:
The virtues, all in Jesus met,
With mildest radiance shine.

2. The noblest love of human kind
Inspir'd his holy breast;

In deeds of mercy, words of peace,
His kindness was exprest.

3. To spread the rays of heav'nly light,
To give the mourner joy,

To preach glad tidings to the poor,
Was his divine employ.

4. Lowly in heart, by all his friends,
A friend and servant found;

He wash'd their feet, he wip'd their tears,
And heal'd each bleeding wound.

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, 6 Thy will, not mine, be done!'

7 Be Christ my pattern, and my guide! His image may I bear!

may I tread his sacred steps:
And his bright glories share!

INFIELD.

CHAPTER V.

PROMISCUOUS PIECES

SECTION I.

Gratitude to the Supreme Being

1. How cheerful along the gay mead,
The daisy and cowslip appear!
The flocks, as they carelessly feed,
Rejoice in the spring of the year.

2. The myrtles that shade the gay bow'rs,
The herbage that springs from the sod,
Trees, plants, cooling fruits, and sweet flow'rs
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 wonders could raise, And still can destroy with a nod,

My lips shall incessantly praise;
My heart shall rejoice in my GOD.

SECTION II.

Acknowledgment of Divine favours

1. WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad,
How many poor I see!
What shall I render to my God,
For all his gifts to me!

2. Not more than others I deserve,
Yet God has giv'n me more,
For I have food, while others starve,
Or beg from door to door.

8. How many children in the street,
Half naked, I behold!

While I am cloth'd from head to feet,
And cover'd from the cold!

4. While some poor creatures scarce can tell,
Where they may lay their head,
I have a home wherein to dwell,
And rest upon my bed.

5. While others early learn to swear,
And curse, and lie, and steal,

Lord! I am taught thy name to fear,
And do thy holy will.

6. Are these thy favours, day by day
To me above the rest?

Then let me love thee more than they,
And try to serve thee best.

SECTION III.

The excellence of the Bible.

1. GREAT GOD! with wonder and with praise
On all thy works I look;

But still thy wisdom, pow'r, and grace,
Shine brightest in thy book.

2. The stars, which in their courses roll,
Have much instruction giv'n;
But thy good word informs my soul
How I may get to heav'n.

3. The fields provide me food, and show
The goodness of the Lord;

But fruits of life and glory grow
In thy most holy word.

4 Here are my choicest treasures hid,
Here my best comfort lies;
Here my desires are satisfied,

And hence my hopes arise.

5 Lord! make me understand thy law;
Show what my faults have been;
And from thy gospel let me draw
Pardon for all my sin.

6. For here I learn how Jesus died,
To save my soul from hell:
Not all the books on earth beside
Such heav'nly wonders tell.

WATTS

7. Then let me love my Bible more, And take a fresh delight,

day to read these wonders o'er, And meditate by night..

SECTION IV.*

On Industry.

1. How does the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour;
And gather honey all the day,
From every op'ning flow'r!

2. How skilfully she builds her cell!
How neat she spreads the wax!
And labours hard to store it well,
With the sweet food she makes.
8. In works of labour, or of skill,
I would be busy too:

For Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.

4. In books, or work, or healthful play,
Let my first years be past;

That I may give for ev'ry day
Some good account at last.

SECTION V.

On early rising.

1. How foolish they who lengthen night,
And slumber in the morning light!
How sweet at early morning's rise,
To view the glories of the skies,
And mark with curious eye the sun
Prepare his radiant course to run!
Its fairest form then nature wears,
And clad in brightest green appears.
The sprightly lark, with artless lay,
Proclaims the entrance of the day.
2. How sweet to breathe the gale's perfume,
And feast the eye with nature's bloom'

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WATTS.

WATTS.