4 When evening slumbers press my eyes, 5 My spirit, in his hand secure, Gentleman's Magazine. 478. L. M. The Vanity and Frailty of Human Life. 1 OUR life advancing to its close, While scarce its earliest dawn it knows, 2 How many, ev'n in youth's gay flower,- 3 O how thy chastisements impair 4 As when the fretting moths consume 5 God of my fathers! here, as they, A transient guest, thy works admire, 1 6 O Lord of life and seasons! we 479. L. M. The Resurrection of Christ. Merrick. 1 OUR Lord is risen from the dead, 2 There his triumphal chariot waits, 3 Loose all your bars of massy light, 4 Whom did the Lord of life subdue? 5 Who is the King of glory-who? The Christ, with God's own power possessed, And made our King and Saviour too ; Thanks be to God, for ever blessed! Edward Taylor 480. c. M. Trust in God, under the Trials of Virtue. 1 PLACED on the verge of youth, my mind Life's opening scene surveyed; I viewed its ills of various kind, 2 But chief my fear the dangers moved My heart the wise pursuit approved, 3 For see, while yet her unknown ways A hostile world its terrors raise, 4 Oh! how shall I, with heart prepared, How, from the thousand snares to guard 5 Let faith suppress each rising fear, My Maker's will has placed me here, 6 He to my every trial knows 7 Then why thus heavy, O my soul? Thy thoughts with vain impatience roil 8 Though griefs unnumbered throng thee round, Still in thy God confide, Whose finger marks the seas their bound, 481. c. M. Merrick, The Lapse of Time improved. Ps. xc. 9. 1 REMARK, my soul! the narrow bounds Of the revolving year! How swift the weeks complete their rounds! How short the months appear! 2 So fast, eternity comes on, When all that mortal life has done 3 Yet like an idle tale we pass 4 Waken, O God! this trifling heart, 5 Thus shall their course more grateful roll, If future years arise; Or this shall bear my willing soul To joy that never dies. Doddridge. 482. s. M. Children offered to God. Mark x. 14. 1 SEE Israel's Shepherd stand, 2 3 4 5 'Permit them to approach, We bring them, gracious Lord! Hear him, ye little flock! If orphans they are left, That love can heal our bleeding hearts, When weeping o'er their dust. 483. L. M. Doddridge, alt❜d. Fidelity in the Cause of Truth and Virtue. 1 SHALL I forsake that heavenly Friend, |