I O Ye young and thoughtless youth, Come seek the living God, The scriptures are a sacred truth, Ye must believe the word. Eccl. xii. 1. II Tis God alone can make you wise, His wisdom’s from above, He fills the soul with sweet supplies By his […]More
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Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe, For, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow, Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee. From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee, Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee doe goe, Rest of […]More
Thank God for little children, Bright flowers by earth’s wayside, The dancing, joyous lifeboats Upon life’s stormy tide. Thank God for little children; When our skies are cold and gray, They come as sunshine to our hearts,More
I. O come you pious youth! adore The wisdom of thy God, In bringing thee from distant shore, To learn His holy word. Eccles. xii. II. Though mightst been left behind Amidst a dark abode; God’s tender mercy still combined, Thou hast the holy word. Psal. cxxv. 2, 3.More
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because […]More
TO show the lab’ring bosom’s deep intent, And thought in living characters to paint, When first thy pencil did those beauties give, And breathing figures learnt from thee to live, How did those prospects give my soul delight, A new creation rushing on my sight? Still, wond’rous youth! each noble path pursue, On deathless glories […]More