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LOVE TO GOD.
"Thus shalt thou love the Almighty Lord
With all thy heart and soul and mind.” So speaks to man that sacred Word
For counsel and reproof design'd.
“With all thy HEART”—no idol thing,
Though close around the heart it twine, Its interposing shade must fling,
To darken that pure love of thine.
“ With all thy MIND”—each varied power,
Creative fancy, musings high,
These must religion sanctify.
“ With soul and STRENGTH"—thy days of ease,
While vigor nerves each youthful limb, And hope and joy, and health and peace,
All must be freely brought to Him.
Thou Power Supreme, in whom we move,
Vouchsafe thy servants, in their day, The mind to adore, the heart to love,
And strength to serve thee, while they may.
NHEN, as returns this solemn day,
Man comes to meet his Maker, God,
How spread his Sovereign's praise abroad?
Shall curling clouds of incense rise ?
The costly pomp of sacrifice ?
Thy golden offerings well may spare;
Here dwells a God who heareth prayer.
SABBATH DAYS; MODERNIZED FROM SON-DAYES," IN VAUGHAN'S
TYPES of eternal rest-fair buds of bliss,
In heavenly flowers unfolding week by weekThe next world's gladness imaged forth in this
Days of whose worth the Christian's heart can speak! Eternity in Time—the steps by which
We climb to future ages-lamps that light
Yielding redemption for the week's dull flight.
Wakeners of prayer in man-his resting bowers
As on he journeys in the narrow way,
Are waited for as in the cool of day.
To raise our thoughts, and purify our powers-
A gleam of glory after six days' showers.
By radiant suns that warm as well as shine-
Though briers and thorns around his pathway twine. Foretastes of heaven on earth-pledges of joy
Surpassing fancy's flight and fiction's storyThe preludes of a feast that cannot cloy,
And the bright out-courts of immortal glory!
THE SPIRITUAL LAW.
DEUT. Xxx. 11-14.
Say not the law divine
That law within would shin
Soar not on high, Nor ask who thence shall bring it down to earth;
That vaulted sky Hath no such star, didst thou but know its worth.
Nor launch thy bark
Which has no ark,
Then do not roam In search of that which wandering cannot win;
At home! at home! That word is placed, thy mouth, thy heart within.
0! seek it there,
Watch unto prayer,
THE HAPPINESS OF THE GODLY.
BLESSED state! and happy he
Thou must first prepare the ground,
When the seedling from its bed
Showers from thee must bid it thrive,
These are thy glorious works, Parent of good,