perience may be heard, my foul hath felt both, and I find fuch damps of fpirit in the worldly pleasures, and fuch refreshing of foul in the depth of godly forrow, that I fhall efteem one drop of fuch fpiritual joy, better than n ocean of their mirth.

AND let this feeble body fail,
And let it faint or die;

My foul fhall quit the mournful vale,
And foar to worlds on high:
Shall join the difembody'd faints,
And find its long fought reft,
(That only reft for which it pants)
On the Redeemer's breast.
In hope of that immortal crown,
I now the cross fuftain;
And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain.
I travel my appointed years,
Till my Deliv'rer come,

And wipe away his fervant's tears,
And take his exile home.

What hath Jefus bought for me!
Before my ravish'd eyes
Rivers of life divine I see,
And trees of paradise :
I fee a world of fpirit's bright,
Who taste the pleafures there;
They all are rob'd in radient white,
And conqu❜ring palms they bear.
Lord, what are all my fufferings here?
If Thou but make me meet,

With that enraptur'd hoft t'appear,
And worship at thy feet!
Give joy or grief, give cafe or pain,
Take life and friends away;
But let me find them all again
In that eternal day!

Eftate of a Man at Death.

AS the tree falleth, fo it lieth; and where death strikes down, there God lays out, either for mercy or mifery; fo that I may compare it to the red fea; if I go in an Ifraelite, my landing fhall be in glory, and my rejoicing in triumph, to fee all my enemies dead upon the fea fhore; but if I go in an Egyptian, if I am on this fide the cloud, on this fide the covenant, and yet go in hardened among the troops of Pharaoh, juftice thall return in its full trength, and an inundation of judgment fhall overflow my foul forever. Orelfe Imay compare it to the fleep of the ten virgins, of whom it is faid they flumbered and flept, we fhall all fall into this fleep. Now if I lie down with the wife, I fhall go in with the bride-groom; but if I fleep with the foolish without oil in my lamp, without grace in my foul, I have clofed the gates of mercy upon my foul forever. I fee then this life is the time wherein I must go forth to meet the Lord; this is the hour wherein I muft do my work, and the day wherein I must be judged according to my works. I know not how foon I may fall into this fleep;

therefore, Lord grant that I may live every day in thy fight, as I defire to appear the laft day in thy prefence.

STILL out of the deepest abyfs
Of trouble I mournfully cry;
And pine to recover my peace,
And fee my redeemer and die.
I cannot, I cannot forbear

Thefe paffionate longings for home;
O! When fhall my fpirit be there?
O! when will the meffenger come.
2. Thy nature I long to put on,
Thine image on earth to regain;
And then in the grave to lay down,
This burden of body and pain.
O! Jefus in pity draw near,

And lull me to fleep on thy breaft,
Appear to my refcue, appear,
And gather me into thy reft.
3. To take a poor fugative in
The arms of thy mercy difplay,
And give me to reft from all fia,
And bear me triumphant away;
Away from the world of diftrefs,
Away to the manfions above;
A heaven of feeing thy face-
A heaven of feeling thy love.

The Soul's communion.

THE nearer, the moon draweth into conjunction with the fun, the brighter it fhines towards the heavens; and the obfcurer it fhews

towards the earth; fo the nearer the souf draws into communion with Jefus Chrift, the comelier it is in the eye of the spouse, and the blacker it appears in the fight of the world. He that is a precious Chriftian to the Lord, is a precife puritan to the world; he that is glorious to an heavenly faint, is odious to an earthly fpirit; but it is a fign thou art an Egyptian when that cloud which is a light to an Ifraelite, is darkness to thee. It is a fign thou movest in a terrestial orb, when thou feeft no luftre in fuch celeftial lights; for my part if I fhine to God, I care not how I fhew to the world. SWEFT as the fhepherd's tuneful reed

From Sion's mount I heard the found: Gay sprang the flow'rets of the mead, And gladden'd nature fmil'd around, The voice of peace falutes mine ear; Christ's lovely voice perfumes the air. Peace, troubl❜d foul, whofe plaintive moan Hath taught these rocks the note of woe; Ceafe thy complaint, fupprefs thy groan, And let thy tears forget to flow. Behold, the precious balm is found, Which lulls thy pain, which heals thy wound. Come, freely come, by fin oppreft,

Uourthen here the weighty load

Here find thy refuge, and thy reft,
Safe on the bofom of thy God.
Thy God's thy Saviour, glorious word!
That sheaths th' avenger's glitt'ring fword.
As fpring the winter, day the night,

Peace forrow's gloom fhall chance away;

And fmiling joy, a feraph bright,

Shall tend thy steps and near Thee stay, Whilft glory waves th' immortal crown, And waits to claim Thee for her own.

A chriftian's fupport under afflictions. IT was proudly faid by Cæfar, croffing (unknown) the fea, being in a little bark, in a tempeftuous storm, when they were ready to be fwallowed up by the waves, perceiving the courage of the pilot to fail, fear not, for thou carrieft Cæfar. How truly may a gracious fpirit fay in the midst of all defertions, afflictions, and tribulations, Fear nothing, O my foul, thou carriest Jefus Christ? What though the windows of heaven be opened for a storm, or the fountains of the deep broke up for a flood, defertions from above, afflictions from below; yet God that fits in heaven will not caft away his fon, Chrift that lives in me will not let me fink; the fwelling waves, I know, are but to fet me nearer heaven, and the deeps are but to make me awake my mafter. Prize thy Chrift; they shall not drown thee, therefore connot daunt me: for while I fail with Chrift, I am fure to land with Chrift.

1. LET me, thou fov'reign Lord of all,
Low at thy footftool humbly fall;
And, while I feel affliction's rod,
Be ftill, and know that thou art God.
2. When or wherever thou fhalt fmite,
I'll own thee kind, I'll own thee right;