Poems of religion and society.: With notices of his life and character by John Davis and T. H. Benton.

MY SOUL, BEFORE THY MAKER KNEEL.
MY SOUL, BEFORE THY MAKER KNEEL.
MY ooul, before thy Maker kneel;
His name let all within me bless;
'Tis he the wounded heart shall heal;
'Tis he shall comfort in distress:
My soul, his name forget not thou,
Who e'en in tender mercy frowns,
Forgives thy oft-forgotten vow,
And still thy lips with blessing crowns.
The Lord of mercy and of grace,
To kindness swift, to anger slow,
Not always wears a chiding face,
Not always bends the avenging bow:
Above the earth as heaven is high,
Above our crimes his mercies rise:
We sin-but pardon' still is nigh;
Fools-he rewards us as the wise.
Far distant as the adverse poles,
Our sins he scatters to the wild,
Pities the frailties of our souls A father's pity for his child:
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