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Still, still, without ceasing, I feel it increasing,
Had I words to explain What she must sustain
How joy and affright,
Distress and delight, Alternately chequer her days.
Thou, sweetly severe!
I would make thee appear,
Not more in the sweet,
Than the bitter I meet,
This faith, in the dark
Pursuing its mark, Through many sharp trials of love;
Is the sorrowful waste
That is to be pass'd
THE NECESSITY OE SELE-ABASEMENT.
In my youth thy charming eyes
Spouse of Christ was then my name;
Thee to love, and none beside,
Through the dark and silent night
Thou my gracious teacher wert;
Conscious of no evil drift,
But soon humbled, and laid low,
Oh, the vain conceit of man,
He the graces thou hast wrought
Such his folly—proved, at last,
'Tis by this reproof severe,
Learn, all Earth! that feeble man,
LOVE INCREASED BY SUFFERING.
"I Love the Lord," is still the strain This heart delights to sing;
Before the power of love divine
Creation fades away;
In all that we survey.
In gulfs of awful night we find
The God of our desires; 'Tis there he stamps the yielding mind,
And doubles all its fires.
Flames of encircling love invest,
'Tis fill'd with sacred joy, yet press'd
Ah love! my heart is in the right—
Fresh causes of distress occur
Where'er I look or move; The comforts I to all prefer
Are solitude and love.
Nor exile I nor prison fear;
Love makes my courage great;
Nor castle walls, nor dungeons deep,
There I can sit, and sing, and weep,
There sorrow, for his sake, is found
A joy beyond compare;
No pride can enter there.
A Saviour doubles all my joys,
And sweetens all my pains,
Consoles me and sustains.
I fear no ill, resent no wrong,
Nor feel a passion move,
Such patience is in love.
SCENES FAVOURABLE TO MEDITATION.
Wilds horrid and dark with o'ershadowing trees, Rocks that ivy and briers infold, Scenes nature with dread and astonishment sees, But I with a pleasure untold.