wide,

In this mysterious nature join! The flesh, to dust and worms ally'd, The soul immortal and divine!

2 Divine at first, a holy flame

Kindled by the Almighty's breath; Till, stain'd by sin, it soon became The seat of darkness, strife, and death.

3 But Jesus, Oh! amazing grace! Assum'd our nature as his own, Obey'd and suffer'd in our place, Then took it with him to his throne.

veals

The virtue of a Saviour's blood? Again a life divine he feels, [God. Despises earth, and walks with

5 And what, in yonder realms above, Is ransom'd man ordain'd to be? With honour, holiness, and love,

No seraph more adorn'd than he.

6 Nearest the throne, and first in song, Man shall his hallelujahs raise; While wond'ring angels round him throng,

And swell the chorus of his praise.

1 OFTEN thy public means of grace, Thy thirsty people's wat'ring place, The archers have beset ;* Attack'd them in thy house of pray'r, To prison dragg'd, or to the bar, When thus together met.

2 But we from such assaults are freed, Can pray,and sing,and hear,and read, And meet, and part in peace:

May we our privileges prize;
In their improvement make us wise,
And bless us with increase.

3 Unless thy presence thou afford, Unless thy blessing clothe the word, In vain our liberty!

What would it profit to maintain
A name for life, should we remain
Formal and dead to thee?

pare ?

Or who like Israel happy are?
O people saved by the Lord,
He is thy shield and great reward!

HYMN XCVII.

JESUS is mine! I'm now prepar'd
To meet with what I thought most
hard;'

Yes, let the winds of trouble blow,
And comforts melt away like snow:

Thou art secur'd from foes and

Redeem'd by price, reclaim'd by pow'r ;

His special choice and tender care Owns them, and guards them ev'ry hour.

HYMN C.

1 Now may He who from the dead Brought the Shepherd of the

sheep,

Jesus Christ, our King and Head,
All our souls in safety keep!

2 May he teach us to fulfil
What is pleasing in his sight;

Perfect us in all his will,

And preserve us day and night! 3 To that dear Redeemer's praise,

Who the cov'nant seal'd with
blood,

Let our hearts and voices raise,
Loud thanksgivings to our God.

heav'n's high host, [Three,

Glory and honour to the One in

* Phil. iv. 7.

LY GHOST,

As was, and is, and evermore shall be.

+ Rev. xxii. 20.

My waking dreams are best conceal'd,
Much folly, little good, they yield:

But now and then I gain, when sleeping,
A friendly hint that's worth the keeping:
Lately I dream'd of one who cry'd,
"Beware of self, beware of pride;
"When you are prone to build a Babel,
"Recall to mind this little fable."

ONCE on a time a paper kite Was mounted to a wondrous height, Where, giddy with its elevation, It thus express'd self-admiration: [ple "See how yon crowds of gazing peo"Admire my flight above the steeple; "How would they wonder if they knew "All that a kite like me can do! "Were I but free, I'd take a flight, "And pierce the clouds beyond their sight;

"But, ah! like a poor pris'ner bound, "My string confines me near the ground,

I'd brave the eagle's tow'ring wing,

"Might I but fly without a string.”
It tugg'd and pull'd, while thus it spoke,
Depriv'd at once of all its stay,
To break the string-at last it broke.
In vain it try'd to soar away;
Unable its own weight to bear,
It flutter'd downward through the air;
Unable its own course to guide,
The winds soon plung'd it in the tide.
Ah! foolish kite, thou hadst no wing,
How could'st thou fly without a string?

My heart reply'd, "O Lord, I see "How much this kite resembles me! "Forgetful that by thee I stand, "Impatient of thy ruling hand; "How oft I've wish'd to break the lines "Thy wisdom for my lot assigns! "How oft indulg'd a vain desire "For something more, or something high'r!

"And, but for grace and love divine, "A fall thus dreadful had been mine."