Humbly confessing I have done amiss;

That still he may receive me with a kiss.
Mercy and pardon is of God alone,
But then, for my own sins I must atone.-
Let me not foolishly myself deceive,
Without repentance, be will not forgive.
This is my resolution, and my creed:
May Heav'n assist me in it to proceed.

JESUS no new religion brought,

'Twas pure morality, he taught;
And all who bear the Christian name,

Most certainly should teach the same.
Where Commentators disagree,

Disputes are of no use to me.

Where dark or doubtful points appear,

I wish to make no blunder there;

But keep no other path in view

But that which Jesus taught as true.

'TWAS Jesus pointed out the way,

How sinful men may come to God.
If we his precepts disobey,

Salvation is not in his blood.

He was to us by Heav'n sent,
Physician to instruct mankind;
And when he to his Father went,
He left his medicines behind.

And let the sick think as they will,
Whatever anguish they endure,

Physicians may direct them still,

But medicines must work the cure.

WAKING IN THE NIGHT.

THE midnight hour is past! The clock strikes one! Let me reflect, how time is posting on!

How swift each moment flies, to be no more!

And yet, how long it seems to wait an hour!

How discontented is the mind of man !

Scarce ever satisfied, do all we can.

We're griev'd at time, to think how short its stay!

Yet ev'ry moment wishing it away.

WAKING IN THE NIGHT.

GENTLE sleep! why hast thou left me?
Why forsaken thus my bed?

And of soft repose bereft me ?

Tell me whither art thou fled?

Unto God my thanks addressing,

With humility sincere,

Who hath sent me many a blessing,

By his providential care.

Thro' his works let me observe him,

Be not thou, my soul! afraid;

Those who love and truly serve him, May depend upon his aid.

All his works are so mysterious,

We should certain truths advise.

Myst'ry is for us too serious.

Man is foolish,-God is wise.

RESIGNATION.

WORLD of sin and vanity!

I have almost done with thee.

I shall shortly hence be hurl'd,

To explore another world.

Heav'n has favor'd me with health,

Very little worldly wealth.

I brought nothing when I came,

And am going out the same.

Now I'm verging to the grave,
Take the little that I have:

Worldly wealth, say all we can,

Is nothing to a dying man.

I have sinn'd and done amiss,
And my humble prayer is this,-
'Pardon me, and seal my peace!

'Let my worldly troubles cease!'

This being granted; welcome, Death!

Cut the thread, and stop my breath!

MY WILL.

SINCE all must die, that lot must fall to me.

In God's most holy name-so let it be.

In mem'ry sound, and with a firm intent,

I hereby make my Will and Testament.

First, I resign my body to the grave,

In steadfast hope that God my soul will save.
I know my body in the dust must rot:

Whether to rise again at last, or not,

Thro' my whole life no pain to me hath giv'n.

All that mysterious work I leave to Heav'n.