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H! that I once were in that City,

Where Hallelujahs are the Ditty !
Where Contemplation is the Diet ;
Sure that's the place where Man is quiet!
Ob! that I once were in that Court,
Where blessed Spirits do resort !
Where Love, and Joy, and Peace, abound,
Sure that's the place where Man is crown'd.

The greatest Pleasure of Life is Love; the greatest Treasure, Contentment; the greatest Porfeffions, Health ; the greatest Ease is Sleep, and the greateft Medicine, a true Friend:

Let the Lord save my Soul, and then, as to every Thing else, let him do with me and mine as feemeth good unto him, I will never find Fault with any thing that God doth. Not as I will, but as thou wilt. Patience must be our Staff, and Meekness our Guide, until we have pass’d through all the Stages of our Pilgrimage, and arrived fate at the Gates of the heavenly Jerusalem.

Never be lift up with the Applaudings, nor cast down by the Despisings, of Men ; neither Praise nor Reproach are much to be accounted of, while we are innocent and make God our Friend

A Chriftian, that knows God is his Portion, can rejoice in Tribulation, and triumph in Afflic. tion, and live happily, contemplating upon God, though all the Things of this World fail him.

Grace is of all Blessings the richest, and Peace is of all Comforts the sweetest : There can be no Peace without Grace, and where there is Grace there will be Peace.

Chuse the Glory of God for your End; his Word for your Rule; his Spirit for your Guide ; his Son for your Lord and Saviour; his Ordi. nances for the Means of your Salvation, and his People for your Companiono.


A Youth's REQUEST.

May God preserve my Parents ev'ry Day,
A nd still direct them in thy perfect Way;
Reward them, Lord, for their great Care of me;
Give into them the true Felicity.,
Religion teaches me for to obey
Each juft Command of theirs ; and what they say
Then always shall observed be by me,
Till from this fading Life I shall be free.

B estow on them and me thy heav'nly Grace ;
Refresh us then, as we do run our Race.
E ternal Lord, we hope to see thy Face :
Then shall our Joy and Comfort so excel,
The best way then, is to learn to live well.


Praises to thee, my God, I juftly owe ;
E ach Day thy Blessings do upon me flow;
Thought cannot reach those things thou dost

Eternal Excellence! I will thee praise,
Resolv'd in Gratitude to end my Days.
Blessings which can't be told thou dost impart,
R eliev'it those Souls, whose Hope alone thou art;
E aseft their Grief, and doft rejoice their Heart.
T he thoughtful Christian's Rule should always be
To thank our bounteous Lord continually.

HEN all thy Mercies, O my God!

rising , Transported with the View, I'm loft In Wonder, Love, and Praise.

II. Oh,

Oh, how shall Words with equal Warmth

My Gratitude declare,
That glows within my raviih'd Heart?

But thou can'ft read it there.


Thy Providence my Life fuftain'd,

And all my Wants redrest,
When in the filent Womb I lay,
And hung upon the Breast.

To all my weak Complaints and Cries,

Thy Mercy lent an Ear,
'Ere yet my feeble Thoughts had learnt
To form themselves in Pray'r.

Unnumber'd Comforts to my Soul

Thy tender Care bestow'd,
Before my Infant-Heart conceiv'd
From whence those Comforts flow'd.

When in the flipp’ry Paths of Youth

With heedless Steps I ran,
Thine Arm, unseen, convey'd me fafe,
And led me up to Man.

Thro' hidden Dangers, Toils, and Deathsy

It gently clear'd my Way,
And thro' the pleasing Snares of Vice,

More to be fear'd than they.

VIII. When

When worn with Sickness, oft halt thou

With Health renew'd my Face ;
And, when in Sins and Sorrows sunk,
Reviv'd my

Soul with Grace.

Thy bounteous Hand, with worldly Bliss,

Hath made my Cup run o'er,
And, as a kind and faithful Friend,
Has doubled all my Store.

Ten thousand thousand precious Gifts

My daily Thanks employ;
Nor is the least a chearful Heart,
That tastes those Gifts with Joy.

Thro' ev'ry Period of my Life,

Thy Goodness I'll pursue,
And after Death in distant Worlds
The glorious Theme renew.

When Nature fails, and Day and Night

Divide thy Works no more,
My ever-grateful Heart, O Lord,
Thy Mercy fhall adore.

XII. Thro' all Eternity to thec

A joyful Song I'll raise ; Før, Oh! Eternity's too short

To utter all thy Praise.

There There is nothing in itself more excellent than Religion ; but to raise Quarrels and Disputes about it, is to dishonour it. It is admirable to me, that that which was design’d to make us happy in another World, mould, by its Divisions, make us inost miserable in this ; and that what was ordaind for the saving of Men's Souls, should be perverted to the taking an ay their Lives.

A found Faith is the best Divinity ; a good Conscience the best Law, and Temperance the beft Phyfick.

The best way to keep out wicked Thoughts, is, always to be employ'd in good ones: Let your Thoughts be where your Happiness is, and let your Heart be where your Thoughts are ; so, tho' your Habitation be on Earth, your Conversation will be in Heaven.

Make use of Time, if thou lovest Eternity : Know, Yesterday cannot be recalld; To-morrow cannot be assur’d; To-Day is only thine, which, if once loft, is loit for ever.

Consider the Shortness of your Life, and Cercainty of Judgment; the great Reward for the Good, and fevere Punishment for the Bad ; therefore make even with Heaven by Repentance at the End of every Day, and so you shall have but one Day to repent of before your Death.

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Honours may leave their Owners, Riches may
Aflume swift Wings, and quickly fly away:
Pleasure, like Lightning, but salutes our Eyes,
With one bright Flash, and then falls fick and dies ;
But Learning, and the Knowledge of rare Arts,
That Man the most enjoys, that most imparts ;
Endeavour, therefore, that your Breast and Brain
The best of Learning's Treasures may retain.

For a Man to be endowed with Learning, and Knowledge in the useful Arts and Sciences, de



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