erhaps some golden wedge suppressed, Some secret sin offends my God; erhaps that Babylonish vest, Self-righteousness, provokes the rod. h! were I buffeted all day, Mocked, crowned with thorns, and spit upon, 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. XLV. SUBMISSION. O LORD, my best desire fulfil, What most I prize to thee; 'Tis better still to want. Wisdom and mercy guide my way, But ah! my inward spirit cries, Still bind me to thy sway; Else the next cloud that veils the skies Drives all these thoughts away. XLVI. THE HAPPY CHANGE. How blessed thy creature is, O God, Through all the storms that veil the skies Struck by that light, the human heart, Sends the sweet smell of grace abroad, The soul, a dreary province once The glorious orb whose golden beams Since first, obedient to thy word, Has cheered the nations with the joys ✔ XLVII. RETIREMENT. The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree; And seem by thy sweet bounty made For those who follow thee. There, if thy Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode, There like the nightingale she pours Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise. Author and guardian of my life, Sweet source of light divine, What thanks I owe thee, and what love, XLVIII. THE HIDDEN LIFE. To tell the Saviour all my wants, How pleasing is the task! My labouring spirit vainly seeks Nor were it wise, nor should I choose, Like precious wines their taste they lose, Exposed to open air. But this with boldness I proclaim, And can you frown, my former friends, Trust me, I draw the likeness true, And not as fancy paints; Such honour may he give to you, For such have all his saints. XLIX. JOY AND PEACE IN BELIEVING. SOMETIMES a light surprises With healing in his wings: In holy contemplation, We sweetly then pursue The theme of God's salvation, And find it ever new: Set free from present sorrow, We cheerfully can say, E'en let the unknown to-morrow Bring with it what it may ! It can bring with it nothing Will clothe his people too; Will give his children bread. Though vine nor fig-tree neither Their wonted fruit shall bear, Though all the field should wither, Nor flocks nor herds be there: Yet God the same abiding, His praise shall tune my voice; For, while in him confiding, I cannot but rejoice. L. TRUE PLEASURES. Still delighted I perceive; Clothed in sanctity and grace, What we owe to love divine; Those the comforts I possess, Which God shall still increase, LI. THE CHRISTIAN. HONOUR and happiness unite To make the Christian's name a praise; How fair the scene, how clear the light, That fills the remnant of his days! A kingly character he bears, His joys can never reach a close. Adorned with glory from on high, Inferior honours he disdains, Nor stoops to take applause from earth; The King of kings himself maintains The expenses of his heavenly birth. The noblest creature seen below, Ordained to fill a throne above; God gives him all he can bestow, His kingdom of eternal love! My soul is ravished at the thought! Methinks from earth I see him rise! Angels congratulate his lot, And shout him welcome to the skies! LII. LIVELY HOPE AND GRACIOUS FEAR. I WAS a grovelling creature once, The clod that gave me birth. But God has breathed upon a worm, With these to Pisgah's top I fly, And there delighted stand, The Lord of all the vast domain The length and breadth of all the plain How glorious is my privilege! To thee for help I call; I stand upon a mountain's edge, Oh save me, lest I fall! LIV. MY SOUL THIRSTETH I THIRST, but not as once I did, The vain delights of earth to share; Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid That I should seek my pleasures there. It was the sight of thy dear cross First weaned my soul from earthly things; And taught me to esteem as dross The mirth of fools and pomp of kings. I want that grace that springs from thee, For sure of all the plants that share The notice of thy Father's eye, None proves less grateful to his care, Or yields him meaner fruit than I. LV. LOVE CONSTRAINING No strength of Nature can suffice How long beneath the law I lay But toiled without success. Then to abstain from outward sin Was more than I could do; Now, if I feel its power within, I feel I hate it too. Then all my servile works were done I freely chuse his ways. "What shall I do," was then the word, To see the law by Christ fulfilled, Much I fasted, watched, and strove, Scarce would show my face abroad, Feared almost to speak or move, A stranger still to God. Thus afraid to trust his grace, LVII. HATRED OF SIN. HOLY Lord God! I love thy truth, Nor dare thy least commandment slight; Yet pierced by sin, the serpent's tooth, I mourn the anguish of the bite. But though the poison lurks within, Hope bids me still with patience wait; Till death shall set me free from sin, Free from the only thing I hate. Had I a throne above the rest, Where angels and archangels dwell, One sin, unslain, within my breast, Would make that heaven as dark as hell. The prisoner sent to breathe fresh air, And blessed with liberty again, Would mourn were he condemnedto wear One link of all his former chain. But, oh! no foe invades the bliss, When glory crowns the Christian's head; One view of Jesus as he is Will strike all sin for ever dead. LVIII. THE NEW CONVERT. THE new-born child of Gospel grace, Like some fair tree when summer's nigh, Beneath Emmanuel's shining face Lifts up his blooming branch on high. No fears he feels, he sees no foes, The strength and peace his soul enjoys. But sin soon darts its cruel sting, And comforts sinking day by day, What seemed his own, a self-fed spring, Proves but a brook that glides away. When Gideon armed his numerous host, The Lord soon made his numbers less; And said, "Lest Israel vainly boast, 'My arm procured me this success. Thus will he bring our spirits down, And draw our ebbing comforts low, That saved by grace, but not our own, We may not claim the praise we owe. LIX. TRUE AND FALSE COMFORTS. O GOD, whose favourable eye Not such as hypocrites suppose, Who with a graceless heart Taste not of thee, but drink a dose Prepared by Satan's art. Intoxicating joys are theirs, Who while they boast their light, And seem to soar above the stars, Are plunging into night. Lulled in a soft and fatal sleep, They sin and yet rejoice; Were they indeed the Saviour's sheep, Would they not hear his voice? Be mine the comforts that reclaim The soul from Satan's power; 'Tis joy enough, my All in All, LX. A LIVING AND A DEAD FAITH. THE Lord receives his highest praise From humble minds and hearts sincere ; While all the loud professor says To walk as children of the day, Not words alone it cost the Lord To purchase pardon for his own; Nor will a soul by grace restored Return the Saviour words alone. With golden bells, the priestly vest, And rich pomegranates bordered round, The need of holiness expressed, And called for fruit as well as sound. Easy indeed it were to reach A mansion in the courts above, If swelling words and fluent speech Might serve instead of faith and love. But none shall gain the blissful place, Or God's unclouded glory see, Who talks of free and sovereign grace, Unless that grace has made him free! LXI. ABUSE OF THE GOSPEL. Too many, Lord, abuse thy grace Thy book displays a gracious light That can the blind restore; And blinded still the more. The pardon such presume upon, |