With all my heart, O God! do I now renew the sacred vow, which, alas! I have so often violated. Father, I have sinned against heaven, and before thy sight, but I return with the prodigal. O let thy paternal kindness descend on me, even on me, O my Father! and for Jesus Christ's sake mercifully receive me. Grant, O Lord, that I may tomorrow show a due regard to all the parts of thy worship; that I may enter into thine house with recollected thoughts, composed behaviour, becoming reverence and sincere intentions of love; that I may hear thy word with a serious attention, with a true heart, and a particular application. May I to-morrow and ever, O Lord, have awful thoughts of thee. May I never mention thy holy name unless on solemn, just, and devout occasions. May I never mention it on those occasions, without acts of love and adoration. O let it be the great business of my life, to love and glorify thy holy name by all the means I can; by my lips, by my conversation, and by a public confession of thee before men, even to death, whenever thou art pleased to call me to it. Grant these petitions, blessed Lord, for Jesus Christ's sake. Amen.

T

HYMNS.

THERE'S NOTHING TRUE BUT HEAVEN.

This world is all a fleeting show,

In man's illusion given;

The smiles of joy, the tears of woe,
Deceitful shine, deceitful flow;

There's nothing true but heaven!

And false the light on glory's plume,

As fading hues of even;

And love, and hope, and beauty's bloom,
Are blossoms gathered for the tomb;
There's nothing bright but heaven!

Poor wanderers of a stormy day,

From wave to wave we're driven;
And fancy's flash, and reason's ray,
Serve but to light the troubled way;
There's nothing calm but heaven!-M.

ON THE PROSPECT OF DEATH.

O thou unknown Almighty Cause

Of all my hope and fear,

In whose dread presence, ere an hour,

Perhaps I must appear;

If I have wandered in those paths

Of life I ought to shun,

As something loudly in my breast

Remonstrates I have done

Thou knowest that thou hast formed me
With passions wild and strong,

And listening to their witching voice,
Has often led me wrong.

When human weakness has come short,

Or frailty stept aside;

Do thou all good, for such thou art,
In shades of darkness hide.

When with intention I have erred,

No other plea I have,

But thou art good, and goodness still

Delighteth to forgive.-B.

“GOOD LORD DELIVER US.”—(Litany.)

In the dark season of distress,

In sickness, want, or woe;
If friends desert, or foes oppress,
Or trouble lay me low;

If 'reft of those I fondly love,

From earthly ills I flee,

To seek sweet comfort from above,
Good Lord deliver me!

If wealth be mine-from all the snares
Which riches with them bring,

Opression, avarice, worldly cares,

Ambition's goading sting;

From pride, and from that worst offence,

Forgetfulness of Thee

Whose hand that wealth did first dispense

Good Lord deliver me!

When on the bed of death, a prey
To gloomy thoughts I lie-
Or worn by slow disease away,

Or rack'd with agony;

Stung with remorse for what hath been,

And dreading what may be,

When death hath closed this mortal scene;

Good Lord deliver me!

And, oh! in that appalling hour,

When clouds around thee spread,
Thou com'st array'd in pomp and power,
To judge both quick and dead;
When trembling, shrinking from thy face,
Thy servant thou shalt see,

A suppliant at the bar of grace,-
Good Lord deliver me!

J. L.

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