The lapse of time and rivers is th… Both speed their journey with a re… The silent pace, with which they s… No wealth can bribe, no prayers pe… Alike irrevocable both when past,

The winter night now well nigh wor… The wakeful cock proclaimed approa… When Simulus, poor tenant of a fa… Of narrowest limits, heard the shr… Yawned, stretched his limbs, and a…

Holy Lord God! I love Thy truth, Nor dare Thy least commandment sl… Yet pierced by sin the serpent’s t… I mourn the anguish of the bite. But though the poison lurks within…

The Lord proclaims His grace abro… ‘Behold, I change your hearts of… Each shall renounce his idol-god, And serve, henceforth, the Lord a… ’My grace, a flowing stream, proce…

(Proverbs, VIII. 22-31) “Ere God had built the mountains, Or raised the fruitful hills; Before he fill’d the fountains That feed the running rills;

Jesus! where’er Thy people meet, There they behold Thy mercy seat; Where’er they seek Thee, Thou art… And every place is hallow’d ground… For Thou, within no walls confine…

Sin has undone our wretched race; But Jesus has restored, And brought the sinner face to fac… With his forgiving Lord. This we repeat from year to year

The pipe, with solemn interposing… Makes half a sentence at a time en… The dozing sages drop the drowsy s… Then pause and puff, and speak, an… Such often, like the tube they so…

Pay me my price, potters! and I w… Attend, O Pallas! and with lifted… Protect their oven; let the cups a… The sacred vessels black well, and… With good success, yield them both…

Hope, like the short-lived ray tha… Through wintry skies, upon the fro… Cheers e’en the face of misery to… But soon the momentary pleasure’s… How oft, my Delia, since our last…

Thy country, Wilberforce, with ju… Hears thee, by cruel men and impio… Fanatic, for thy zeal to loose th’… From exile, public sale, and slav’… Friend of the poor, the wrong’d, t…

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…

The Spirit breathes upon the word… And brings the truth to sight; Precepts and promises afford A sanctifying light. A glory gilds the sacred page,

I was a grovelling creature once, And basely cleaved to earth: I wanted spirit to renounce The clod that gave me birth. But God hath breathed upon a worm…

Muse—hide his name of whom I sing… Lest his surviving house thou brin… For his sake into scorn, Nor speak the school from which he… The much or little that he knew,