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Heav'n is the home of ev'ry saint ;
To heay’n their souls ascend,
Their Father and their Friend.
Reflections for a Sabbath Evening.
“ I thought on my ways, and turned my feet unto thy
testimonies." ---Ps. cxix.
The day of rest is nearly gone;
That mark this sacred day?
And run my heav'nly way?
For what is given this day of rest?
With milk and honey fed;
And eat celestial bread.
Then, O my soul, thy God obey!
And worship him in love!
Then wilt thou rightly keep the rest,
And rise to heav'n above.
“ Prepare ye the way of the Lord, make straight in the
desart a high way for your God."'---Isa. c. 40.
A herald voice the lonely desert cheers,
Lo! from the stem of Jesse springs a rod,
Justice and judgment shall his throne defend,
As the good shepherd's care his flock directs,
See a long train fair Salem's courts adorn! See future sons and daughters yet unborn, In crowding ranks, on every side arise, Receiving life, preparing for the skies.
“ Behold your God."--- Isa. xl. 9:
'Tis time, my soul, and more than time,
To turn from sin away ;
A last adieu to-day.
To-day the Lord of earth and skies
Thy flesh and nature bore ;
Resolve to sin no more.
Glory to Jesu's sacred name,
Who all my sorrows bore !
That I should sin no more.
Yes, God who reigns in worlds of bliss,
Where angels bim adore,
T'hat I should sin no more.
Thee, holy Saviour, dearest name!
We love, embrace, adore ;
Would go and sin no more.
New Year's Eve.
“We spend our years as a tale that is told.".--Ps. xc.
Time by moments steals away,
But (may none of us forget)
But, poor careless sinner, say,
Tremble, lest, when life is past,
Spared to see another year,
New Year's Day.
Thy years, O God, are throughout all generations.” “Of old hast thou laid the foundation of the earth ; and the heavens are the work of thy hands." “ They shall perish, but thou shalt endure; nay all of them shall wax old like a garment : as a vesture shalt thou change them, and they shall be changed. But thou art the same, and thy years shall have no end. The children of thy servants shall continue, and their seed shall be established before thee.--- Ps. cii.
O Lord, to thee our grateful song we bring, From whom our earliest, latest comforts spring,