5 But, O my God! one look from thee
Subdues the disobedient will,
Drives doubt and discontent away,
And thy rebellious child is still.

370. 8, 8, 6 M.

The dying Saint.

Cowper.

1 WHEN life's tempestuous storms are o'er,
How calm he meets the friendly shore,
Who lived averse from sin!
Such peace on virtue's path attends,
That, where the sinner's pleasure ends,
The good man's joys begin.

2 See smiling patience smooth his brow!
See bending angels downward bow,
To lift his soul on high!
While eager for the blessed abode,
He joins with them to praise the God
Who taught him how to die.

3 No sorrow drowns his lifted eyes,
No horror wrests the struggling sighs,
As from the sinner's breast;

His God, the God of peace and love,
Pours kindly solace from above,

And sooths his soul to rest.

4 O grant, my Father and my Friend!
Such joys may gild my peaceful end,
So calm, my evening close;

While loosed from every earthly tie,
With steady confidence I fly
To thee, from whom I rose!

Belfast Coll.

371. c. M.

The supreme Good. Ps. iv. 6, 7.

1 WHEN fancy spreads her boldest wings, And wanders unconfined

Amid the unbounded scene of things,
Which entertain the mind:

2 In vain we trace creation o'er,
In search of sacred rest;
The whole creation is too poor
To make us fully blessed.

3 In vain would this low world employ
Each flattering, specious wile;
For what can yield a real joy
But our Creator's smile!

4 Let earth with all her charms depart,
Unworthy of the mind;

In God alone this restless heart
An equal bliss can find.

5 Great Source of all felicity,
To whom our wishes tend!

Do not these wishes rise from thee,

And in thy favour end?

Mrs. Steele.

372. c. M.

The Comforts of Religion.

1 WHEN gloomy thoughts and boding fears The trembling heart invade,

And all the face of nature wears

A universal shade ;

2 Religion's dictates can assuage
The tempest of the soul;

And every fear shall cease to rage,
At her divine control.

3 Through life's bewildered,
Her hand unerring leads;

darksome way,

And o'er the path her heavenly ray
A cheering lustre sheds.

4 When feeble reason, tired and blind,
Sinks helpless and afraid;

This blessed supporter of the mind
Affords a powerful aid.

5 O may our hearts confess her power,
And find a sweet relief,

To brighten every gloomy hour,
And soften every grief!

373. L. M.

Mrs. Steele.

But no Man knoweth of his Sepulchre.' Deut. xxxiv. 6.

I WHEN he, who, from the scourge of wrong,
Aroused the Hebrew tribes to fly,

Saw the fair region promised long,
And bowed him on the hills to die;

2 God made his grave, to men unknown,
Where Moab's rocks a vale enclose;
And laid the aged seer alone

To slumber there in long repose.

3 Thus still, whene'er the good and just
Close the dim eye on life and pain,
Heaven watches o'er their sleeping dust,
Till the pure spirit comes again

4 Though nameless, trampled, and forgot, His servant's humble ashes lie,

Yet God has marked and sealed the spot,
To call its inmate to the sky.

374. c. M.

Thankfulness and Resignation.

1 WHEN I Survey life's varied scene,
Amid the darkest hours,

Bright rays of comfort shine between,
And thorns are mixed with flowers.

2 Are health and ease my happy share?
O may I bless my God!

Thy goodness let my songs declare,
And spread thy praise abroad.

3 While such delightful gifts as these
Are kindly dealt to me,

Be all my hours of health and ease
Devoted, Lord! to thee.

4 And oh! whate'er of earthly bliss
Thy providence denies,
Accepted at thy throne of grace,
Let this petition rise:

5 Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
From every murmur free ;
The blessings of thy grace impart,
And make me live to thee.

6 Let the blessed hope that I am thine,
My path of life attend;

Thy presence through my journey shine,
And crown my journey's end.

Mrs. Steele.

375. c. M.

The Discipline of God's Providence.

1 WHEN I review the devious ways,
Through which my feet have trod,
I find incessant cause to bless
And love my guardian God.

2 Through all the labyrinth of life,
My folly he pursued;

And by some gracious providence,
My rebel heart subdued.

3 I rarely planned, but cause I found
My plan's defeat to bless;

Oft I lamented an event
Which turned to my success.

4 When labouring under fancied ill,
My spirits to sustain,

He kindly cured with wholesome draughts
Of unaffected pain.

5 Sometimes he brought me near to death,
And pointing to the grave,
Made terror whisper kind advice,
And taught the tomb to save.

6 Life's better purposes to fix
Within my treacherous mind,
The blessings he to-day conferred,
To-morrow, I resigned.

7 Yet still from seeds in sorrow sown,
The richest harvest rose,

And in my Father's will, I've found
An absolute repose.

Young, alt'd.