Lord, who hast suffer’d all for me… My peace and pardon to procure, The lighter cross I bear for Thee… Help me with patience to endure. The storm of loud repining hush;

’Twas my purpose, on a day, To embark, and sail away. As I climbed the vessel’s side, Love was sporting in the tide; ‘Come,’ he said, ‘ascend—make hast…

Sweet bird, whom the winter constr… And seldom another it can— To seek a retreat while he reigns In the well-shelter’d dwellings of… Who never can seem to intrude,

Blest! who, far from all mankind This world’s shadows left behind, Hears from heaven a gentle strain Whispering love, and loves again. Blest! who, free from self–esteem,

Go—thou art all unfit to share The pleasures of this place With such as its old tenants are, Creatures of gentler race. The squirrel here his hoard provid…

By whom was David taught To aim the deadly blow, When he Goliath fought, And laid the Gittite low? Nor sword nor spear the stripling…

Bestow, dear Lord, upon our youth The gift of saving grace; And let the seed of sacred truth Fall in a fruitful place. Grace is a plant, where’er it grow…

Hatred and vengence—my eternal por… Scarce can endure delay of executi… Wait with impatient readiness to s… Soul in a moment. Damned below Judas; more abhorred…

Source of love, my brighter sun, Thou alone my comfort art; See, my race is almost run; Hast thou left this trembling hear… In my youth thy charming eyes

Unwin, I should but ill repay The kindness of a friend, Whose worth deserves as warm a lay As ever friendship penned, Thy name omitted in a page

I should have deemed it once an ef… To sweeten more sweet Maro’s matc… But from that error now behold me… Since I received him as a gift fr…

Oh fond attempt to give a deathles… To names ignoble, born to be forgo… In vain recorded in historic page, They court the notice of a future… Those twinkling tiny lustres of th…

Poets attempt the noblest task the… Praising the Author of all good i… And, next, commemorating Worthies… The dead in whom that good abounde… Thee, therefore, of commercial fam…

Time was when I was free as air, The thistle’s downy seed my fare, My drink the morning dew; I perch’d at will on every spray, My form genteel, my plumage gay,

O God, whose favorable eye, The sin-sick soul revives, Holy and heavenly is the joy Thy shining presence gives. Not such as hypocrites suppose,