To watch the storms, and hear the… Give all our almanacks the lie; To shake with cold, and see the pl… In autumn drown’d with wintry rain… ’Tis thus I spend my moments here…

The rose had been washed, just was… Which Mary to Anna conveyed; The plentiful moisture encumbered… And weighed down its beautiful hea… The cup was all filled, and the le…

Androcles, from his injured lord,… Of instant death, to Lybia’s dese… Tired with his toilsome flight, an… He spied at length a cavern’s cool… But scarce had given to rest his w…

The lady thus address’d her spouse… What a mere dungeon is this house! By no means large enough; and was… Yet this dull room, and that dark… Those hangings with their worn-out…

Doomed, as I am, in solitude to w… The present moments, and regret th… Deprived of every joy I valued mo… My friend torn from me, and my mis… Call not this gloom I wear, this…

Thou hast no lightnings, O thou J… Or I their force should know; And, if thou strike me into dust, My soul approves the blow. The heart, that values less its ea…

Where Humber pours his rich comme… There dwelt a wretch, who breathed… In subterraneous caves his life he… Black as the mine, in which he wro… When on a day, emerging from the d…

My heart is easy, and my burden li… I smile, though sad, when thou art… The more my woes in secret I depl… I taste thy goodness, and I love… There, while a solemn stillness re…

Oh! for a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame; A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb! Where is the blessedness I knew

The Saviour, what a noble flame Was kindled in his breast, When hasting to Jerusalem, He march’d before the rest. Good will to men, and zeal for Go…

(Exodus, XV.26) Heal us, Emmanuel! here we are, Waiting to feel Thy touch: Deep-wounded souls to Thee repair And, Saviour, we are such.

There is in souls a sympathy with… And as the mind is pitch’d the ear… With melting airs, or martial, bri… Some chord in unison with what we… Is touch’d within us, and the hear…

In painted plumes superbly dress’d… A native of the gorgeous east, By many a billow toss’d; Poll gains at length the British… Part of the captain’s precious sto…

His master taken from his head, Elisha saw him go; And in desponding accents said, ‘Ah, what must Israel do?’ But he forgot the Lord who lifts

The Saviour hides His face; My spirit thirsts to prove Renew’d supplies of pardoning grac… And never-fading love. The favor’d souls who know