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Twenty Six
Choice
POETICAL EXTRACTS.
Selected from
Celebrated Authors,
and Printed from
COPPER PLATES
Engraved
Expressly for the Work,
Each embellished with a
BEAUTIFUL VIGNETTE,
Illustrative of the Subject.
LONDON,
Published by R. Miller. 24. Old Fish Street
and Sold by J. Arliss. 38. Newgate Street
and R. Hill. High Street Borough.
No. 1.
On
THE BIBLE
Dr. Stennett.
Let avarice from shore to shore
Her fav'rite God pursue;
Thy Word, O Lord, we value more
Than India or Peru.
Here mines of knowledge, love, and joy,
Are open'd to our sight;
The purest gold without alloy,
And gems divinely bright.
The counsels of redeeming grace,
These sacred leaves unfold;
And here the saviour's lovely face
Our raptur'd eyes behold.
Here, light descending from above
Directs our doubtful feet:
Here promises of heav'nly love
Our ardent wishes meet.
Our num'rous griefs are here redrest,
And all our wants supply'd;
Nought we can ask to make us blest,
Is in this Book deny'd.
For these inestimable gains,
That so enrich the mind;
O may we search with eager pains,
Assur'd that we shall find!
London, Published by R. Miller, Old Fish Street, Doctors Commons.
No. 2.
ON THE
NEW TESTAMENT.
Dr. Watts.
Happy the humble soul that takes
And binds the gospel to his heart,
That tastes the love the saviour speaks,
And feels the joys his lips impart.
Not Sinai's dreadful thunders roll,
Nor there his wrathful lightning shines;
But peace to cheer the fainting soul,
While grace and glory swell the lines:
Come then, ye trembling souls, with joy.
Accept the freely offer'd grace;
The smiling saviour mourns your stay,
Whilst love invites you to his face.
Hark, ye that seek for perfect bliss,
Ye that would walk the heav'nly road!
The gospel shews where Jesus is,
And leads you to his blest abode.
Lord when to see thy grace display'd,
This sacred volume I peruse.
Send down thy spirit to my aid,
Lest I that sovereign grace refuse.
Oh! draw me with thy cords of love;
Thy will I'll joyfully obey.
Till I ascend to dwell above,
In realms of everlasting day.
London, Published by R. Miller, Old Fish Street, Doctors Commons.
No. 3.
SOLILOQUY.
O thou allpowerful, holy, just, and wise
Creator and preserver of the world!
Look down on me, a poor dejected worm,
Part of thy work; my form thy hand bestow'd,
My soul, my being, and my health, thy gifts!
Desert me not, nor leave me to myself
Forlorn, to wander through life's dreary waste,
Unskilful where to tread; but let thy light
Conduct me through each puzzling labyrinth,
And thwarting stream, that happ'ly I may gain
The blissful coast! where sorrow never comes,
Nor pain assaults.--Oh! let thy holy grace
Sit regnant in my breast! subdue the unruly will,
And keep the factious powr's in due restraint,
That so, no evil thought, nor word, nor deed,
May taint my soul! offend thy gracious eye,
And plunge me in the dreadful depths of hell:
But let me move in virtues middle path,
Nor err to right, or left, where danger lies.
And Oh! as down the rugged road I pass,
Let me adore thy love, and own thy pow'r;
Inspire my heart with thanks, and let my tongue
Enrapturd chaunt aloud thy sacred praise.
British Mag. 1747
London, Published by R. Miller, Old Fish Street, Doctors Commons.
No. 4.
THE SABBATH.
Ere yet the dawn has streak'd the eastern skies,
Ere yet the lark has sung her morning lay,
Early, upon that sacred day, arise,
That thou may'st pass it in a pious way;
'Tis not a day in listless sleep to waste,
'Tis not a day, to lie in bed supine,
But 'tis a day, by Christians to be past
In ev'ry act and exercise divine!
'Tis not a day in saunt'ring to be past,--
In drunkenness, or, to some bad intent,
But 'tis a day which long as it does last,
Should be in holy works entirely spent:
A day--which in devotion we should spend,--
A day--to do the business of the Lord,--
A day--we should in pray'r, and reading, end,--
A day--wherein our God should be ador'd,--
A day--from ev'ry worldly work, to rest,--
A day--to deeds of Holiness assign'd,--
A day--that is beyond all others blest:
And not a day for idleness, design'd.
London, Published by R. Miller, Old Fish Street, Doctors Commons.
No. 5.
NOAH'S ARK.
Hart.
When Noah, with his favor'd few,
Was order'd to embark;
Eight human souls, a little crew,
Enter'd on board the Ark.
Tho' ev'ry part he might secure
With bar, or bolt, or pin;
To make the preservation sure,
Jehovah shut him in.
The Waters then might swell their tides,
And billows rage and roar;
They could not stave th' assaulted sides,
Nor burst the batter'd door.
So souls that do in Christ believe,
Quicken'd by vital faith;
Eternal life at once receive,
And never shall see death.
In his own heart the Christian puts
No trust; but builds his hopes
On him that opes, and no man shuts,
And shuts, and no man opes.
In Christ his Ark he safely rides,
Not wreck'd by Death or Sin:
How is it he so safe abides?
The Lord has shut him in.
London, Published by R. Miller, Old Fish Street, Doctors Commons.
No. 6.
THE RAINBOW.
Dr. Haweis.
Behold the gay Bow in the sky,
How vivid the colours are seen;
Its glories extended on high,
With purple, and orange, and green.
Thro' the drops as they fall, the Sun's beams
Refracted, reflected we view,
As it glows, as it fades, the sweet scenes,
Our wonder, our pleasure renew.
But oh! with what heighten'd delight
In heav'n the bright object I trace,
When by faith I contemplate the sight,
As the sign of a cov'nant of grace.
When over me hangs the thick cloud,
And darkness with horrors outspread;
Mighty thund'rings with lightnings aloud,
Roll terribly over my head.
No deluge of wrath shall I fear,
No more can the floods of the deep,
Their billows affrighted uprear,
The globe with destruction to sweep.
Tho' the heav'ns all on fire be dissolv'd,
The elements melting with heat,
The earth with fierce flames be involv'd,
Unmov'd I these terrors can meet.
That emerald Bow round the throne,
The pledge of his favor I see:
Come, welcome, dear Lord, to thine own,
I long to be ever with thee.
London, Published by R. Miller, Old Fish Street, Doctors Commons.
No. 7.
"After this manner therefore pray ye."
Father of all! we bow to thee,
Who dwells in heav'n ador'd;
But present still thro' all thy works,
The universal Lord.
All hallow'd be thy sacred name,
O'er all the nations known;
Advance the kingdom of thy grace,
And let thy glory come.
A grateful homage may we yield,
With hearts resign'd to thee;
And as in heav'n thy will is done,
On earth so let it be.
From day to day we humbly own
The hand that feeds us still:
Give us our bread, and let us rest
Contented in thy will.
Our sins and trespasses we own:
O may they be forgiv'n!
That mercy we to others shew,
We pray the like from heav'n.
Our life let still thy grace direct,
From evil guard our way,
And in temptation's fatal path
Permit us not to stray.
For thine the pow'r, the kingdom thine,
All glory's due to thee:
Thine from eternity they were,
And thine shall ever be.
Addison.
London, Published by R. Miller, Old Fish Street, Doctors Commons.
No. 8.
RETIREMENT
Far from the world, O Lord, I flee,
From strife and tumult far!
From scenes, where Satan wages still
His most successful war.
The calm retreat, the silent shade,
With pray'r and praise agree:
And seem, by thy sweet bounty made,
For those who follow thee.
There, if thy Spirit touch the soul,
And grace her mean abode:
Oh, with what peace, and joy, and love,
She communes with her God.
There, like the nightingale she pours
Her solitary lays;
Nor asks a witness of her song,
Nor thirsts for human praise.
Author and guardian of my life;
Sweet source of light divine;
And (all harmonious names in one)
My Savior, Thou art mine!
What thanks I owe Thee, and what love,
A boundless, endless store;
Shall echo thro' the realms above,
When time shall be no more.
London, Published by R. Miller, Old Fish Street, Doctors Commons.
No. 9.
CHRISTMAS MORN.
Awake my soul, your hallelujahs sing
To your omnipotent, your new born king,
Assist ye ev'ry power the lofty theme,
To sound incessant his almighty name,
Let heaven and earth revere the joyous morn,
Whereon the Saviour of the World was born,
Angels and Seraphs spread hosanna's round,
Ye rolling spheres return the blissful sound:
To conquer sin and break its stubborn chain,
The Son of God becomes the son of man.
Man (doom'd to miseries thro Adams fall)
He came to save and to redeem us all,
Thy sacred limbs were in a manger laid,
While by thy side, an ox, and ass, were fed,
Lord of the world! thou there didst deign to lie,
To teach weak mortals thy humility.
Almighty Jesus I with bended knee,
My daily thanks and praise do offer thee,
Light on my mind the lamp of heav'nly grace,
For ever guide me in the paths of peace,
That when this earthly frame returns to clay,
My soul may fly where reigns eternal day.
British Mag 1747.
London, Published by R. Miller, Old Fish Street, Doctors Commons.
No. 10.
NEW YEAR'S DAY.
Newton.
While with ceaseless course the sun
Hasted thro' the former year,
Many souls their race have run,
Never more to meet us here:
Fixt in an eternal state,
They have done with all below,
We a little longer wait,
But how little--none can know.
As the winged arrow flies,
Speedily the mark to find;
As the lightning from the skies
Darts, and leaves no trace behind:
Swiftly thus our fleeting days
Bear us down life's rapid stream;
Upwards, Lord, our spirits raise,
All below is but a dream.
Thanks for mercies past receive,
Pardon of our sins renew;