J. Montgomery.

ABHORRENCE.

And now am I their song, yea, I am their by-word. They abhor me, they flee far from me.—Job, xxx. 9, 10.

I have heard of thee by the hearing of the ear: but now mine eye seeth thee. Wherefore I abhor myself, and repent in dust and ashes.—Job, xlii. 5, 6.

Let love be without dissimulation. Abhor that which is evil; cleave to that which is good.—Romans, xii. 9.

Father of lights! from whom proceeds

Whate’er thy every creature needs;

Whose goodness providently nigh,

Feeds the young ravens when they cry;