PAGE. When the dang'rous rocks are past.. Where high the heavenly temple stands Where then shall hope and fear their objects find Y. SELECT POETRY. ADDISON. I. How are thy servants blest, O Lord! In foreign realms and lands remote, Through burning climes I pass'd unhurt, Thy mercy sweeten'd ev'ry soil, Think, O my soul, devoutly think, Thou saw'st the wide extended deep B Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord, Whilst in the confidence of prayer, For though in dreadful whirls we hung I knew Thou wert not slow to hear, The storm was laid, the winds retir'd, The sea that roar'd at Thy command, In midst of dangers, fears, and death, And praise Thee for Thy mercies past, My life, if Thou preserv'st my life, And death, when death must be my doom, II. WHEN rising from the bed of death, If now while pardon may be found, My heart with inward horror shrinks, When thou, O Lord! shall stand disclos'd In majesty severe, And sit in judgment on my soul, Oh how shall I appear! Then, see the sorrows of my heart, And let my Saviour's dying groans, For never shall my soul despair, Who knows thy only Son has died, |