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Twenty Six Choice Poetical Extracts Selected from Celebrated Authors, and Printed from Copper Plates Engraved Expressly for the Work, Each Embellished with a Beautiful Vignette, Illustrative of the Subject
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THE SABBATH.
Ere yet the dawn has streak'd the eastern skies,
Ere yet the lark has sung her morning lay,
Early, upon that sacred day, arise,
That thou may'st pass it in a pious way;
'Tis not a day in listless sleep to waste,
'Tis not a day, to lie in bed supine,
But 'tis a day, by Christians to be past
In ev'ry act and exercise divine!
'Tis not a day in saunt'ring to be past,--
In drunkenness, or, to some bad intent,
But 'tis a day which long as it does last,
Should be in holy works entirely spent:
A day--which in devotion we should spend,--
A day--to do the business of the Lord,--
A day--we should in pray'r, and reading, end,--
A day--wherein our God should be ador'd,--
A day--from ev'ry worldly work, to rest,--
A day--to deeds of Holiness assign'd,--
A day--that is beyond all others blest:
And not a day for idleness, design'd.
London, Published by R. Miller, Old Fish Street, Doctors Commons.
No. 5.
NOAH'S ARK.
Hart.
When Noah, with his favor'd few,
Was order'd to embark;
Eight human souls, a little crew,
Enter'd on board the Ark.
Tho' ev'ry part he might secure
With bar, or bolt, or pin;
To make the preservation sure,
Jehovah shut him in.
The Waters then might swell their tides,
And billows rage and roar;
They could not stave th' assaulted sides,
Nor burst the batter'd door.
So souls that do in Christ believe,
Quicken'd by vital faith;
Eternal life at once receive,
And never shall see death.
In his own heart the Christian puts
No trust; but builds his hopes
On him that opes, and no man shuts,
And shuts, and no man opes.
In Christ his Ark he safely rides,
Not wreck'd by Death or Sin:
How is it he so safe abides?
The Lord has shut him in.
London, Published by R. Miller, Old Fish Street, Doctors Commons.
No. 6.
THE RAINBOW.
Dr. Haweis.
Behold the gay Bow in the sky,
How vivid the colours are seen;
Its glories extended on high,
With purple, and orange, and green.
Thro' the drops as they fall, the Sun's beams
Refracted, reflected we view,
As it glows, as it fades, the sweet scenes,
Our wonder, our pleasure renew.
But oh! with what heighten'd delight
In heav'n the bright object I trace,
When by faith I contemplate the sight,
As the sign of a cov'nant of grace.
When over me hangs the thick cloud,
And darkness with horrors outspread;
Mighty thund'rings with lightnings aloud,
Roll terribly over my head.
No deluge of wrath shall I fear,
No more can the floods of the deep,
Their billows affrighted uprear,
The globe with destruction to sweep.
Tho' the heav'ns all on fire be dissolv'd,
The elements melting with heat,
The earth with fierce flames be involv'd,
Unmov'd I these terrors can meet.
That emerald Bow round the throne,
The pledge of his favor I see:
Come, welcome, dear Lord, to thine own,
I long to be ever with thee.
London, Published by R. Miller, Old Fish Street, Doctors Commons.
No. 7.
"After this manner therefore pray ye."
Father of all! we bow to thee,
Who dwells in heav'n ador'd;
But present still thro' all thy works,
The universal Lord.
All hallow'd be thy sacred name,
O'er all the nations known;
Advance the kingdom of thy grace,
And let thy glory come.
A grateful homage may we yield,
With hearts resign'd to thee;
And as in heav'n thy will is done,
On earth so let it be.
From day to day we humbly own
The hand that feeds us still:
Give us our bread, and let us rest
Contented in thy will.
Our sins and trespasses we own:
O may they be forgiv'n!
That mercy we to others shew,
We pray the like from heav'n.
Our life let still thy grace direct,
From evil guard our way,
And in temptation's fatal path
Permit us not to stray.
For thine the pow'r, the kingdom thine,
All glory's due to thee:
Thine from eternity they were,
And thine shall ever be.