In these sad hours, a prey to ceas… While feverish pulses leap in ever… When each faint breath the last sh… Of life just parting from my feebl… How wild soe’er my wandering thoug…

(Jeremiah, XXXI. 18-20) My God, till I received Thy stro… How like a beast was I! So unaccustom’d to the yoke, So backward to comply.

Ye linnets, let us try, beneath th… Which shall be loudest in our Mak… In quest of some forlorn retreat… For all the world is blind, and wa… That God alone should prop the si…

‘Write to Sardis,’ saith the Lord… ‘And write what He declares, He whose Spirit, and whose word, Upholds the seven stars: All thy works and ways I search,

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…

Cocoa-nut naught, Fish too dear, None must be bought, For us that are here: No lobster on earth,

Man, on the dubious waves of error… His ship half founder’d, and his c… Sees, far as human optics may comm… A sleeping fog, and fancies it dry… Spreads all his canvas, every sine…

God gives his mercies to be spent; Your hoard will do your soul no go… Gold is a blessing only lent, Repaid by giving others food. The world’s esteem is but a bribe,

Silent I sat, dejected, and alone… Making in thought the public woes… When, first, arose the image in my… Of England’s sufferings by that s… How death, his fun’ral torch and s…

Two neighbours furiously dispute; A field—the subject of the suit. Trivial the spot, yet such the rag… With which the combatants engage, ’Twere hard to tell who covets mos…

Dear architect of fine Chateaux i… Worthier to stand for ever, if the… Than any built of stone, or yet of… For back of royal elephant to bear… Oh for permission from the skies t…

Night! how I love thy silent shad… My spirits they compose; The bliss of heaven my soul pervad… In spite of all my woes. While sleep instils her poppy dews

Sweet tenants of this grove! Who sing without design, A song of artless love, In unison with mine: These echoing shades return

There is a fountain fill’d with bl… Drawn from Emmanuel’s veins; And sinners, plunged beneath that… Lose all their guilty stains. The dying thief rejoiced to see

Sometimes a light surprises The Christian while he sings; It is the Lord who rises With healing on His wings; When comforts are declining,