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I hold by nothing here below;
No frowns of men can hurtful prove
Though men and devils both condemn,
Ah, then! to His embrace repair;
GRATITUDE AND LOVE TO GOD.
All are indebted much to Thee,
But I far more than all, From many a deadly snare set free,
And raised from many a fall.
What bonds of gratitude I feel
Beneath the oppressive weight I reel,
When shall I that blessing prove,
To return Thee Love for Love?
Spirit of Charity, dispense
Thy grace to every heart; Expel all other spirits thence,
Drive self from every part;
All selfish souls, whate'er they feign,
Have still a slavish lot;
Of Love, and feel it not.
O blessedness, all bliss above,
Love only teaches what is Love;
We learn its name, but not its poweis,
Experience only makes it ours.
THE TESTIMONY OF
How happy are the new-born race;
How pure the bliss they share!
And conscience feels it there.
The moment we believe, 'tis ours;
The God from whom it came,
An undisputed claim.
But, ah! if foul and wilful sin
DIVINE ADOPTION.Again the slaves of Nature's sway,
The chaste and pure, who fear to grieve The gracious Spirit they receive,
His work distinctly trace;
Their hearts His dwelling-place.
O messenger of dear delight,
Whose voice dispels the deepest night,
Sweet peace-proclaiming Dove! With Thee at hand to soothe our pains, No wish unsatisfied remains, No task but that of Love.
'Tis Love unites what sin divides; The centre, where all bliss resides;To which the soul once brought, Reclining on the first great Cause, From His abounding sweetness draws Peace passing human thought.
Sorrow foregoes its nature there,
Divested of its woes; [breast, There sovereign goodness soothes the Till then incapable of rest,
In sacred sure repose.
To lay the soul that loves him low Becomes the Only Wise:
Man, though a worm, would yet be great;
Though feeble, would seem strong; Assumes an independent state, By sacrilege and wrong.
Strange the reverse, which, once abased,
He feels his soul a barren waste,
Scorn'd by the thoughtless and the vain, To God he presses near;
Oh welcome, in his heart he says, Humility and shame!
But will not scandal mar the good
And can God work it, if he would,
Ah, vainly anxious !—leave the Lord To rule thee, and dispose;Sweet is the mandate of His word, And gracious all He does.
He draws from human littleness His grandeur and renown;And generous hearts with joy confess The triumph all His own.
Down then with self-exalting thoughts!
Thy faith and hope employ, To welcome all that He allots, And suffer shame with joy.
No longer, then, thou wilt encroach
On His eternal right;
And make thee His delight.
Source of love, and light of day,
Is it thus that I requite
Can I grieve Thee, whom I love;
Oh! the oppressive, irksome weight,
Self-confiding wretch, I thought
Cast the children's bread away.
THE ACQUIESCENCE OF PURE LOVE.
Love ! if Thy destined sacrifice am I,
Come, slay thy victim, and prepare Thy fires;
Plunged in Thy depths of mercy, let me die
I watch my hours, and see them fleet away;
The time is long that I have languished here;
With no reluctance, cheerful and sincere.
To me 'tis equal, whether Love ordain
My soul perceives no real ill in pain;
One Good she covets, and that Good alone;
To choose Thy will, from selfish bias free;
And grief to comfort, if it pleases Thee.
That we should bear the cross is Thy command,
Die to the world, and live to self no more;
As pleased when shipwrecked as when safe on shore.
THE ENTIRE SURRENDER.
Peace has unveiled her smiling face,
Yield to the Lord, with simple heart,
GLORY TO GOD ALONE.
Oh, loved! but not enough—though dearer far
Glory of God! thou stranger here below,
Reason exclaims—" Let every creature fall,
Yet man, dim-sighted man, and rash as blind,
Oh, lost in vanity, till once self-known!
Glorious, Almighty, First, and without end!
Thy Glory is the sweetest heaven I feel;
My reason, all my faculties, unite,
My soul! rest happy in thy low estate,
Confess Him righteous in His just decrees,
Love what He loves, and let His pleasure please;
Die daily; from the touch of sin recede;
Then thou hast crowned Him, and He reigns indeed. SELF-LOVE AND TRUTH INCOMPATIBLE.
From thorny wilds a monster came, That filled my soul with fear and shame; The birds, forgetful of their mirth, Droop'd at the sight, and fell to earth; When thus a sage addressed mine ear, Himself unconscious of a fear:
"Whence all this terror and surprise, "Distracted looks and streaming eyes? "Far from the world and its affairs, "The joy it boasts, the pain it shares, "Surrender, without guile or art, "To God, an undivided heart; "The savage form, so feared before, "Shall scare your trembling soul no more;"For loathsome as the sight may be, "'Tis but the love of self you see.
"Fix all your love on God alone, "Chuse but His will, and hate your own, "No fear shall in your path be found, "The dreary waste shall bloom around, "And you, through all your happy days, "Shall bless His name, and sing His praise." O lovely solitude, how sweet The silence of this calm retreat! Here Truth, the fair whom I pursue, Gives all her beauty to my view; The simple unadorned display Charms every pain and fear away. O Truth, whom millions proudly slight; O Trnth, my treasure and delight! Accept this tribute to thy name. And this poor heart from which it came!