While all thy glories, O my God! Thro the creation shine; While rocks, and hills, and fertile vales Proclaim the hand divine. O may I view with humble heart The wonders of thy pow'r, Display'd alike in wilder scenes, As in each blade and flow'r. But while I taste thy blessings, Lord, And sip the streams below, O may my soul be led to thee, From whence all blessings flow; And if such footsteps of thy love, Thro this lost world we trace; How far transcendent are thy works Throughout the world of grace. Just as before yon noontide sun, The brightest stars are small. So earthly comforts are but snares, Till grace has crown'd them all. _London, Published by R. Miller, Old Fish Street, Doctors Commons._ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ N^o. 24. [Illustration] HAY TIME. Newton. The grass and flow'rs which clothe the field, And look so green and gay, Touch'd by the scythe, defenceless yield, And fall, and fade away. Fit emblem of our mortal state: Thus in the scripture glass, The young, the strong; the wise, the great; May see themselves but grass. O! trust not to your fleeting breath, Nor call your time your own; Around you see the scythe of death Is mowing thousands down. And you, who hitherto are spar'd, Must shortly yield your lives: Your wisdom is to be prepar'd, Before the stroke arrives. The grass, when dead, revives no more; You die to live again; But oh! if death should prove the door To everlasting pain. Lord, help us to obey thy call, That from our sins set free, When like the grass our bodies fall, Our souls may spring to thee. _London, Published by R. Miller, Old Fish Street, Doctors Commons._ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ N^o. 25. [Illustration] SAMUEL. Anonymous. When I survey this holy child, With bended knee, and count'nance mild, With eyes and hands uplift in prayer, The approving ray from heaven there.