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 bless'd his foes in death.
4. From the rich fountain of his love,
What streams of mercy flow!
"Father, forgive them," Jesus cries,
"They know not what they do.”
5. Let not this bright example shine,
In vain before our eyes!
Give us, great God, a soul like his,
To love our enemies.
The dangers and snares of life.
1. AWAKE, my soul! lift up thine eyes;
See where thy foes against thee rise,
In long array, a num'rous host!
Awake, my soul, or thou art lost
2. Here giant danger threat'ning stands,
Must'ring his pale terrific bands;
There pleasure's silken banners spread,
And willing souls are captive led.
See where rebellious passions rage,
And fierce desires and lusts engage;
The meanest foe of all the train
Has thousands and ten thousands slain.
Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground;
Perils and snares beset thee round:
Beware of all, guard every part,
But most the traitor in thy heart.
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 Calvary triumph'd here;
Why should his faithful followers fear?
The Divine Being knows and sees every thing.
1. LORD, thou hast search'd and seen me thro',
Thine eye beholds, with piercing view,
My rising and my resting hours,
My heart and flesh, with all their pow'rs.
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.
8. Within thy circling pow'r I stand;
On ev'ry side I find thy hand:
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,
I am surrounded still with God.
Amazing knowledge, vast, and great!
What large extent! what lofty height!
My soul, with all the pow'rs I boast,
Is in the boundless prospect lost.
5. O may these thoughts possess my breast,
Where'er I rove, where'er I 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 service and thy love,
Where, Lord, could I thy presence shun,
Or from thy dreadiul glory run?
7. If up to heav'n I take
'Tis there thou dwellet inthron'a in light, Or dive to hell, there vengeance reign And Satan groans beneath tryin
If, mounted on a morning raj. i fly beyond the western sea,
Thy swifter hand would first arrive,
And there arrest thy fugitive.
9. Or should I try to shun thy sight
Beneath the spreading veil of night;
One glance of thine, one piercing ray,
Would kindle darkness into day.
9. Oh! may these thoughts possess my breast,
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest;
Nor let my weaker passions dare
Consent to sin, for God is there.
SECTION XXV.
All nature attests the great Creator
1. HAST thou beheld the glorious sun,
Through all the sky his circuit run,
At rising morn, at closing day,
And when he beam'd his noontide ray?
2. Say, didst thou e'er attentive view
The ev❜ning cloud, or morning dew?
Or, after rain, the watry bow
Rise in the east, a beauteous show?
3. When darkness had o'erspread the skies,
Hast thou e'er seen the moon arise;
And with a mild and placid light,
Shed lustre o'er the face of night?
4. Hast thou e'er wander'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,
'Thro' 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 show'r, 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 along the valley green;
That sweetly warble on the spray,
Or wanton in the sunny ray;
9. That shoot along the briny deep,
Or under ground their dwellings keep;
That through the gloomy forest range,
Or frightful wilds and deserts strange ?
10. Hast thou the wondrous scenes survey'd
That all around 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,
And all the shining orbs on high:
Who gave the various beings birth,
That people all the spacious earth.
12. "Tis HE that bids the tempest rise,
And rolls the thunder through the skies.
His voice the elements obey:
Thro' all the earth extends his sway.
13. His goodness all his creatures share :
But man is his peculiar care.-
Then, while they all proclaim his praise,
Let man his voice the loudest raise.
Praise due to God for his wonderful works.
1. My God! all nature owns thy sway;
Thou giv'st the night, and thou the day!
When ali thy lov'd creation wakes,
When Morning, rich in lustre, breaks,
And bathes in dew the op'ning flow'r,
To thee we owe her fragrant hour;
And when she
her choral song,
pours
Her melodies to thee belong
2. Or when, in paler tints array'd,
The Ev'ning slowly spreads her shade.
That soothing shade, that grateful gloom,
Can. more than day's enliv'ning blooin,
Still ev'ry fond and vain desire,
And calmer, purer thoughts inspire,
From earth the pensive spirit free,
And lead the soften'd heart to thee.
3. In ev'ry scene thy hands have dress'd,
In ev'ry form by thee impress'd,
Upon the mountain's awful head,
Or where the shelt'ring woods are spread
In ev'ry note that swells the gale,
Or tuneful stream that cheers the vale,
The cavern's depth, or echoing grove,
A voice is heard of praise and love.
4. As o'er thy work the seasons roll,
And sooth, with change of bliss, the soul,
O never may their smiling train
Pass o'er the human scene in vain!
But oft, as on the charm we gaze,
Attune the wond'ring soul to praise ;
And be the joys that most we prize,
The joys that from thy favour rise!
SECTION XXVII
The happy end.
1. WHEN life's tempestuous storms are o'er, How calm he meets the friendly shore, Who liv'd averse to sin!
Such peace on virtue's path attends,
That, where the sinner's pleasure ends,
The good man's joys begin.
See smiling patience smooth his brow!
See the kind angels waiting now,
To lift his soul on high!
While eager for the blest abode,
He joins with them to praise the God,
Who taught him how to die.
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