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What trifles tease me now!
How dull the Sabbath day,
Of all the truths I hear,
Yet let me (as I ought)
Though I am but a worm,
Dear Lord ! accept a sinful heart, Which of itself complains,
There fiery seeds of anger lurk,
And wait but for the tempter's work,
Legality holds out a bribe
And discontent would fain prescribe
While unbelief withstands thy grace,
And puts the mercy by; Presumption, with a brow of brass,
Says, " Give me, or I die."
How eager are my thoughts to roam In quest of what they love!
But ah! when duty calls them home, How heavily they move!
Oh, cleanse me in a Saviour's blood,
And make me thy beloved abode,
XLIII. PRAYER FOR PATIENCE.
Lord, who hast suffer'd all for me,
The storm of loud repining hush,
Why should the unburnt, though burning bush
Man should not faint at thy rebuke,
Like Joshua falling on his face,1 When the cursed thing that Achan took
Brought Israel into just disgrace.
Perhaps some golden wedge suppress'd,
Self-righteousness, provokes the rod.
Ah! were I buffeted all day,
Mock'd, crown'd with thorns, and spit upon; I yet should have no right to say,
My great distress is mine alone.
Let me not angrily declare
No pain was ever sharp like mine,
Nor murmur at the cross I bear, But rather weep, remembering thine.
O Lord, my best desire fulfil,
And help me to resign Life, health, and comfort to thy will, And make thy pleasures mine. 1 Joshua vii. 10, 11.
Why should I shrink at thy command,
Or tremble at the gracious hand
No, rather let me freely yield
Thy favour, all my journey through,
What else I want or think I do,
Wisdom and mercy guide my way,
Shall I resist them both?
And crush'd before the moth!
But ah! my inward spirit cries,
XLV. THE HAPPY CHANGE.
How blest thy creature is, O God,
Through all the storms that veil the skies, And frown on earthly things, The Sun of Righteousness he eyes, With healing on his wings.
Struck by that light, the human heart,
A barren soil no more,
Where serpents lurk'd before.1
The soul a dreary province once
Of Satan's dark domain,
And owns a heavenly reign.
The glorious orb, whose golden beams
The fruitful year control,
He started from the goal,
Has cheer'd the nations with the joys
His orient rays impart; But, Jesus, 'tis thy light alone
Can shine upon the heart.
Far from the world, O Lord, I flee, From strife and tumult far;
1 Isaiah xxxv. 7.