The Portland gazette. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1818-1824, 1822-07-16
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FOR THE PORTLAND GAETTE.


Hone IKE an anchor firm aud slirc holds fast
The Christian ress4l and d.fes The blast.
Cowper.
When oppressed with disease, and When nature is
falling
When the spirits are sinking, the heart unavailing
When the souls slender bark, by the tempest
sing,
When Charybdis and Scylla between she is crossing,
The firm Christian alooE feels his anchor abiding,
Though the elements rage, though the tempests are
Gliding.
When the storms are all hush'd, and the Nrges are
sleeping,
When the halcyons are seen, and the surface are
keeping,
When the lark stands il port and the is furl-
ing,
When each friend waits to welcome, tire Of JOY
purng,
The irue Christian feels his heart all expand
ing'
When the storm has subsidized in peace he is landing
To his God who has rescued his sonl. he is kneeng,
With the feryor OF prayer in the ardor Of feeling
% my God lei my heart be with love OVERCOMING
When thy mercies are numbered, thou daily be-
slowing,
q Thou hast Gained tile rude hilIows that loudly
roaring
Hast restrained the rude tempests that DER
frowning.
I" While live, o my COD, on thy bosom reclining.
=. IN pour out my COMPLAINTS when with
pining,
Ia nv Saviour III trust who in heaven is pleading
. In Jebovahs high court, with success nterceding,
Who on earth every pain was ior sinners esdurng,
When redemption for man, he with toll proCur
ing"
With rapt seraphs" in glory who anthems are sing
And their crowns cast in god To bis throne who
bringing,
Who with pleasure exfatic. profoundly adoring,
Their phials Of incense around him pouring
Every saint, with sweet melody, while he is harping,
Shall forget every pain when from earth he parting
Beospection to earth the redeemed shall be turning,
When III bliss, fired with rapture, full eft they
burning,
Der the scenes of distress, when their hearts once
were bleeding,
When the world and her charms from their view
receding.
When their hear-strings with grief and dispar we're
consuming.
When the hyacinth visage longer blooming,
" Net pain did we feel when in languishment living,
. When passion, sense, and 10 earth dy
ing,
Not loss we sustained when this treasure was gain
ing,
[" Though afflicted we mourned when deprived were
complaining =;
But full well we reflect that it all there was want
ing,
" To perfect the designs God had erst been appoint
ing.
Letthe saint raise his soul to the God who's control
ling,
The loud tempest wild raging, the pillows mad rolling,
Every shall subside TO calm al his bidding,
Who's sublime al the head of the universe sitting,
Who his heat full well knows, and his wants is sup
plying,
To his wounds balm Of Gile0d' isever applying.
Take his harp from the willows his God he still pyas
ing.
Let his voice with the harp, joyful paeans be raising
With the seraph and cherub with extasy singing.
With the spirits OF saints who with triumph bring
ing,
Round the throne Of our Lamb, the broad palm with
exulTing
In Inscriptions to God for whose praise they're con-
suhing.
But few rolling suns Ger their head shall be gliding
And vain trifes on earth their attention dividing,
When his soul, in the arms of his saviour rejoicing
In Elvsium unieigned and fruiuon enjoying.
he forever shall dwell unmolesied with SHINING,
Lis eternity erer, foreUer beginning.