But here is wealth that never can decay,
And here a kingdom that shall last for aye:
Nor shall their eyes behold the shades of night,
Their glorious king is their eternal light :
How sweet the beams of such a glorious ray,
How sweet the light of never-ending day,

THE INSTABILITY OF EARTHLY THINGS.

WHO can stop the ruthless tide Of fleeting time that swift doth glide, And ruin spreads on ev'ry side,

This vale of tears: A

No earthly, structure can abide

The waste of years.

This see, O man, in time apply to Ya kari 3 For endless life beyond the sky;

Swift to the rock of ages fly

With utmost speed;

For earthly objects sure must die

Without remead.

Death is our doom, uncertain all

The riches of this earthly ball;

What can we here enjoyment call,

For all is vain;

But though by death at last we fall,
We'll rise again.

The thundering storms that rudely roar,
Along this world's tempestuous shore,
And meteors which on whirlwinds soar
Do wound and kill ;

But by command, they rage no more,
Are hushed and still.

So he who rules without controul
This massy globe, from pole to pole,
He rules the universal whole,

And he alone

Upholds the body and the soul.

We're all his own.

And what art thou O mortal man
That dare the height of wonder scau,
And with contempt despise the plan

Of forming all;

Whose fleeting life is like a span,
So very small.

While all the creatures loud proclaim
The praises of his glorious name,

Who formed them all both wild and tame

Of every kind;,

And this our world's stupenduous frame,

Are we behind?

Shall we who ought in highest lays
To sound the great Creator's praise,
Unheeding waste our fleeting days

On empty toys;

And thus despise the glorious rays
Of endless joys

Ye senseless gay, unknown to fear,
Who rush through life in mad career,
Nor mind what course you're like to steer,
Take but a thought;

Your empty vain enjoyments here

Are dearly bought.

If for the gratifying sense

You lose your soul, (O dread expense,). How with that loss shall you dispense,

Or how sustain,

When through eternity immense

You roll in pain.

I ask what pleasure can you find
In empty toys light as the wind?
The promised good lurks far behind,

Nor will appear;

But ills on ills by sin combined,

Your comforts tear.

You fondly look but look in vain

The product of your hopes to gain ;

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For earthly joys engender pain

And end in death.

For what we vainly pleasure prize,
Is dreadful pain but in disguise;

Though fair and pleasant in our eyes mode A
Twill sorrow bring;

Away the vain deception flies,

And leaves the sting.

But from what source I here enquire
Do you expect your great desire?
Though wealth and honour should conspire
To raise your fame;

If pleasures be what you require

'Tis not in them. Y

Be who you will I here advise

You grope no more beneath the skies,
Where neither joy nor comfort lies
But black despair:

To heaven and heavenly objects rise,
You'll find it there.

The soul more precious is than gold,
Immortal, formed in heavenly mould;
Its worth, its value, can't be told,

Surpassing thought;
By one whose name shall be extolled
'Twas dearly bought !

That name shall tune the highest lays
In songs of everlasting praise;
On high the cheering anthem raise

And learn to pray,

That ye may bask within the rays
Of endless day.

Embrace the cross and bear the rod,
Cast from thy back the ponderous load
Of sin that keeps you from your God,
And to him fly;

Walk in the heaven-directing road
Where pleasures lie.

FRATERNAL AFFECTION.

Exemplified in an Instance of Accidental Death which the Author Witnessed.

WHAT is man, a feeble worm of dust, Back to his kindred clay return he must, And by what means and how no mortal knows. Nothing on earth but complicated woes Assail our nature, while our life does run

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