VI. When soon or late they reach that coast, O'er life's rough ocean driv'n, May they rejoice, no wand'rer lost, A family in Heav'n ! THE THE FIRST PSALM. THE man, in life wherever plac'd, Hath happiness in store, Who walks not in the wicked's way, Nor from the seat of scornful pride But with humility and awe Still walks before his GOD. That man shall flourish like the trees But he whose blossom buds in guilt For why? that GOD the good adore A PRAYER, |