Some senseless particle of God's creation.

Their minds are ignorant, or just prepar'd
By missions, Heav'nly, cheering, messengers,
To heed the truth that shall be brought to view :
See then this band! this most illustrious band!
Dispensing freely the delightful means

Of fixing knowledge and of gaining truth!
Soon shall we see those senseless idols fall!

Soon will temples smile! soon altars rise,

And incense kiss the clouds and mount on high!
Then, when the flood of living light shall pour,
Thro' all their moral hemisphere, a joy,

Whom will their hearts attempt to praise but God!
The LORD Jehovah! King and glorious judge!
Whom will they bless as instruments but ye,
Most favored band, who pour'd among them

Beams of Heavenly light and taught them life!

Around whose tents, will blessings kindly flow,

Call'd down by pray'r, new rais'd, now born, but your's!

And, when in Heav'n celestial joys ye taste,

Shall not bright myriads now to you unknown,

Praise their Jehovah as their Saviour true,

And bless and greet and Hail you as the means!

Oh thou who heard when Abraham call'd, and who

Attention gave to infant Samuel's cry,

Grant me this pray'r!

May thy rich grace, like dew of Heav'n descend,

And own and bless this band, this zealous band,

And other happy bands, and other men,

Who, on thy strength relying, now exert,
Immanuel's kingdom to exait, and thee to praise !
Scatter the fogs and darkness may be thrown
By Satan, in this day of rage and strife,

This hour of hydras, infidels, and blasphemy,

And keep thy chosen ones, and make them strong,

As Sinai's mountain, in the hour of war!

Oh lead them too where charity shall smile,

And fill with love, and may their hearts

O'erflow with kindness as the nectar dew,

Till to Immanuel's bosom they depart,

And smiles commence shall beam and glad forever.

REFLECTIONS AT A PLEASANT COUNTRY SEAT, WHOSE OWNER HAD LATELY

SUNK INTO THE GRAVE.

AH solemn thought! these scenes, so calm and lovely Once, as beauteous and as calm, were view'd,

By eyes that now in cold oblivion rest!

Dead are those secret springs which hasty mov'd,
Light trembling joys around the bright'ning cheek,
Oft, when the Sun's first ray soft struck the hills,
And, o'er the fields a tender mildness crept,
Or, when calm twilight blandly shed its sweets,
Or diamond midnight shone in azure shy.

Cold too the hand which pointed to the scene
Where nature's treasures most profusely spread.
And that dear heart,

Rich with the sweet'ners of our pilgrimage

With hope, with charity, and love,

Now stilly sleeps

-Death has been here !

He's torn away a gem, but not destroy'd;

A little moment hidden in the dust,

Soon with bright dazling lustre will it shine,

And shame yon orb of day!

THOUGHTS.

MY Saviour! unto thee I'd raise
The Halleluiah, that, with grateful flow,

Should glide down Time's short wave,
Then, with eternity commingling,
Last forever.

AH who shall murmur or repine,
Tho' delving in an earthly mine,

With brow expos'd to care!

The ore will be refin'd by grace,

The dross, our trials will displace,

And treasures rich prepare.

OH see those fair celestial heights,

How bright they shine, how glorious glow,
They shine, oh ye who act aright,

They glow, oh Christians, but for you!

ON SEEING A PASSING VESSEL.

THUS slow we sail along the passing tide,
Nor heed the present vision, often seen,

Till, 'gainst the rock of death, we careless glide
-Then-ope our eyes on future's awful scene.

LIFE'S as an ocean, as a busy sea,

Our troubles are but winds that waft us o'er,
The stronger they, the sooner shall we pass
And reach the destin'd port.