O JOYES! infinite sweetness! with what flowres Of night and reft, Of fleep and clouds, This dew fell on my breaft; And spirits all my earth! heark! in what rings The rifing winds And falling springs, Birds, beasts, all things Adore Him in their kinds. Thus all is hurl'd In sacred hymnes and order, the great chime. The world in tune, A spirit-voyce, And vocall joyes, Whose eccho is heaven's bliffe. O let me climbe When I lye down! The pious soul by night Under some cloud, Yet are above, And fhine and move Beyond that mistie shrowd. That curtain'd grave, though fleep, like ashes, hide Henry Vaughan. A GARDEN so well watered before morn Nor arid winds from scorching places borne, Trench. O° ENSAMPLES OF OUR SAVIOUR. UR Saviour, (pattern of true holiness,) Continual pray'd, us by ensample teaching, When he was baptized in the wilderness, In working miracles and in his preaching, Upon the mount, in garden groves of death, At his laft supper, at his parting breath. Nothing more grateful in the highest eyes, And not depart till mercy do respect us: CALL TO PRAYER, YOME to the morning prayer, CO Come, let us kneel and pray; At noon, beneath the Rock Sweet is that shelter from the heat, At evening, fhut thy door, When midnight veils our eyes, I fleep, but my heart waketh, Lord, THE HERE is an eye that never fleeps, There is an ear that never shuts, There is an arm that never tires, That eye is fixed on seraph throngs; That arm upholds the world on high; But there's a power which man can wield That eye, that arm, that love to reach, That power is prayer, which soars on high, And feeds on blifs beyond the sky! A ALONE WITH GOD. LONE with God! day's craven cares Have crowded onward unawares; The soul is left to breathe her prayers. Alone with God! I bare my breast, Give reft thy reft, of reft the best. Alone with God! how ftill a calm Alone with God! no human eye |