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they shall be forever as jewels, in the crown of King JESUS, to adorn even Heaven itself ! *

That you may be adorned with grace here, and glory hereafter, is the affectionate wish of . Your sincere friend,

W. HERBERT.

* Isaiah lxii. 3. Mal. iii. 17.

SACRED POETRY.

HYMN TO IMMANUEL. i DID our IMMANUEL die for us,

To save such poor rebellious men ?
Did he display his pity thus,

That we might come to God again? 2 All human language wants a name,'

For such unfathom'd boundless love ; This pure, immortal, fervent flame, Sprang only from the God above.. . 3 What can we add ? our speech is faint; We sink beneath the pond'rous load! This love no eloquence can paint;

Tis grand; "tis worthy of a God. 4 O'erwhelm’d with this abyss of love,

We stand astonish'd at the grace

"That brought salvation from above,

To die for all the fallen race.
Did our IMMANUEL die for us ?
What more can be by words exprest?
For sinners Christ was made a curse;
Eternity must tell the rest.

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HYMN TO THE MORNING. DAUGHTER of Heav'n, Aurora, rise,

Thy cheerful course to run.
With lustre crimson o'er the skies,

And usher in the sun.
Thy balmy breath's refreshing po

Shall soon revive the plain,
Awake the sweets of ev'ry flow'r,

And gladden ev'ry strain.
The virgin yet untauglit to sigh;

Shall lightly tread the vale,
And raise, with joy, the tearless eye

To bid thy presence hail.
Come, modest maid, witli blushes speak,

In all thy roses drest,
Diffusing health on ev'ry cheek,

And peace to ev'ry breast:
Come, Morning,come, which Heav'n design'd

Its choicest gifts to bear,
And kindi ly teach the human mind,

To worship and revere !

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The last Composition of the Rev. CH. WESTLEY.

IN age and feebleness extreme,
Who shall a helpless worm redeem ?
JESUS! my only hope thou art,
Strength of my failing flesh and heart :
Oh! could I catch a smile from thee,
And drop into eternity !

ON BROTHERLY LOVE.

By the late Rev. Mr. Elliot.
As all believers Christ embrace,
And all are justified by grace ;
So should their hearts and aims be one,
Knit in the bands of love alone. .
The strong should yield unto the weak,
Nor his own will and pleasure seek;
The weak believer, he again,
Should fear his brother to condemn.
We dare not boast, and stir up wrath,
Despising one another's faith :
Rather to God ourselves approve,
And dwell in peace, and live in love.

THE LOVE OF CHRIST. WRITTEN BY A LADY, AT EARLY DAWN.

ELCOME to me this soft,this silent dawn, To pure devotion may'st thou sacred be :

My waking heart, with the returning morn,
In grateful praise, my God, I'd raise to thee.

II.
In wonder lost-Ah, where shall I begin,
Or how recount the myst'ries of thy love ?
That love which pardons all-atrocious sin,
The love of Christ which I so sweetly prove !'

III.
While thus my days with smiling peace are

crown'd,
And I am shelter'd in thy love's embrace ;
O may my heart with joyful praise resound,
At every sacred season, time and place.

. IV.
Jesus, thy love shall be my darling theme, -
At early dawn, or solemn midnight hour ;
Or when the sun first darts his genial beam,
Or when he shines in full meridian pow'r.

V.
In blooming spring, I'd celebrate thy praise ;
The varied seasons, as they, roll along,
Shall all bear witness to my artless lays,
Till I shall join the heav'n-enraptur'd throng

VI. Then shall I praise thee in sublimer strains, And learn the notes yon brighter seraphs sing; Shall share the glories of those blissful plains, And thee adore through one eternal spring.

From a FATHER to his CHILDREN.

ou, my children, I these lines address, That ye may follow in the heav'nly road. Happy the youth(more than can tongue express) Who give the morning of their lives to God.

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And walk in wisdom's ways.--O fear His name;
His word believe... His faithful promise claim.
That Grace which taught my early youth to flee Sh
Those paths which souls to sure destruction on

bring :
" Who loved me and gave himself for me ;"

His loving-kindness I essay to sing. . My God---my children's God-forever near, Our souls to bless, your pray’rs,& mine, to heat. The Royal Prophet, by experience prov'd, Th No happiness, in things of time and sense Could e'er be found, while o'er the earth he rov'd And felt of false delights the vain pretence :

Hig But sums up all in one decisive rule,

The fear of God'..first step in Wisdom's school. O may this fear be on your hearts imprest, all

By His Almighty Spiritmas on mine. In youth and riper years, supremely blest he

And happy-vou in life and death shall shine. To Like him, t of old, who “ gave with Christ to Pro reign,

By “ His golden years in prison, and in pain." Be Blest man of God! whose plain and artless lays

In strains pathetic, on his children call, Toimitate their sire in pray'r and praise, His

And live to Him, who freely died for all. Nor His lines evince the pow'r of heav'nly grace The same-howe'er remote the age or place. Lo From earliest infancy, I fix the date 'The Blessed Spirit wrought within my breastfres

+ ROBERT SMITH-who was burnt in the reign of Queen Maput Ty; and while in prison, wrote an Exhortation to his Children. Th. See 3d Yol. of Fox's Martyrology:

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