Ye fearful faints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye fo much dread Are big with mercy, and fhall break, In bleffings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble fenfe, But truft him for his grace; Behind a frowning providence His purposes will ripen fast, The bud may have a bitter taste, Blind unbelief is fure to err *, * John xiii. 7. RETIREMENT. FAR from the world, O Lord, I flee, The calm retreat, the filent fhade, There if thy Spirit touch the foul, Oh, with what peace, and joy, and love, There like the nightingale fhe pours Nor asks a witness of her fong, Nor thirfts for human praise. Author and Guardian of my life, What thanks I owe thee, and what love, A boundless, endless store, Shall echo thro' the realms above TEMPTATION. THE billows fwell, the winds are high, Out of the depths to thee I call, My fears are great, my ftrength is fmall. O Lord, the pilot's part perform, And guide and guard me thro' the storm; Defend me from each threat'ning ill, Controul the waves, fay, "Peace, be still,?? Amidst the roaring of the sea, Dangers of ev'ry shape and name Attend the follow'rs of the Lamb, Who leave the world's deceitful fhore, And leave it to return no more. Tho' tempeft-tofs'd and half a wreck, My Saviour thro' the floods I feek; Let neither winds nor ftormy main Force back my fhatter'd bark again. SUBMISSION. O LORD, my beft defire fulfil, And help me to refign Life, health, and comfort to thy will, And make thy pleafure mine. Why fhould I fhrink at thy command, Or tremble at the gracious hand No, let me rather freely yield Thy favour, all my journey thro' Wisdom and mercy guide my way, A poor blind creature of a day, And crufh'd before the moth! But ah! my inward fpirit cries, Elfe the next cloud that vails my fkies, |