The swelling flood, and raging flame, Hear and obey his word; Then let us triumph in his name, Our Saviour is the Lord. HYMN XCIX.-Deut. xxxii. 9, 10. 1 THE saints Immanuel's portion are, Redeem'd by price, reclaim'd by pow'r; His special choice, and tender care, Owns them and guards them ev'ry hour. 2 He finds them in a barren land, Beset with sins, and fears, and foes; He leads and guides them by his hand, And bears them safe from all their foes. HYMN C.-Hebrews xiii. 20-22. 1 Now may he who from the dead 2 May he teach us to fulfil What is pleasing in his sight; And preserve us day and night! 3 To that dear Redeemer's praise, Loud thanksgivings to our God. HYMN CI.-2 Corinthians xiii. 14. MAY the grace of Christ our Saviour, Rest upon us from above! HYMN CII. THE peace which God alone reveals, Direct and keep, and cheer your hearts*: HYMN CIII. 1 To thee our wants are known, From thee are all our pow'rs; Accept what is thine own, And pardon what is ours: Our praises, Lord, and pray'rs receive, * Phil. iv. 7. 2 Oh, grant that each of us Now met before thee here, When thou and thine appear! And follow thee to heav'n our home: GLORIA PATRI, HYMN CIV. 1 THE FATHER We adore, And everlasting SON, The SPIRIT of his love and pow'r, 2 At the creation's birth This song, was sung on high, Shall sound, through ev'ry age, on earth, HYMN CV. 1 FATHER of angels and of men, Spirit, by whom we're born again, 2 Thy glory, holy Three in One, Long as the wheels of time shall run, * Rev. xxii. 20. HYMN CVÍ. 1 GLORY to God, the Father's name, To Jesus, who for sinners dy'd ; The Holy Spirit claims the same, By whom our souls are sanctify'd. 2 Thy praise was sung when time began By angels, through the starry spheres; And shall, as now, be sung by man Through vast eternity's long years. HYMN CVII, YE saints on earth, ascribe, with heav'n's high host, Glory and honour to the One in Three, TOGOD th'FATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST, As was, and is, and evermore shall be. POEMS. THE KITE; OR, PRIDE MUST HAVE A FALL. My waking dreams are best conceal'd, "When you are prone to build a Babel, ONCE NCE on a time a paper kite Was mounted to a wondrous height, Where, giddy with its elevation, It thus express'd self-admiration: "See how yon crowds of gazing people "Admire my flight above the steeple ; "How would they wonder if they knew "All that a kite like me can do! "Were I but free, I'd take a flight, "And pierce the clouds beyond their sight, "But, ah! like a poor pris'ner bound, My string confines me near the ground "I'd brave the eagle's tow'ring wing, Might I but fly without a string." It tugg'd and pull'd, while thus it spoke, To break the string-at last it broke. Depriv'd at once of all its stay, In vain it try'd to soar away; |