They that are merry, let them sing, Let those still ply their cheerful wing, So mounts the early, chirping lark, And yet the lark, and yet the dove, Or, rather, both should both assay, Hopes, that all present sorrow heal, All glory to the Sacred Three, All honor, power, and praise; As at the first, may ever be, PRESUMPTION AND DESPAIR. "And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved." - P3. xxx. 6. ONE time I was allowed to steer Through realms of azure light; My heart one time the rivers fed, Which shall not pass away; But when I lay upon the shore, Nailed to the ground, and fastened there, And, when my very heart seemed dried, And parched as summer dust, Such still I deemed it must abide, That any power again could bless But if both hope and fear were vain, If aught can teach us aught, O THOU, whose wise, paternal love I choose the state my God ordains. Cast as a broken vessel by, Thy will I can no longer do; Thy power I may in weakness show; But since, without thy Spirit's might, The strength he did for me procure, O, let me live, of thee possessed, In weakness, weariness, and pain; STEELE. CHRIST MY REFUGE. "Who have fled for refuge to lay hold upon the hope set before us." Heb. vi. 18. JESUS, lover of my soul ! Let me to thy bosom fly; Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on thee; Leave, ah! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me. All my trust on thee is stayed; All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing. Thou, O Christ! art all I want: Just and holy is thy name : Thou art full of truth and grace. Plenteous grace with thee is found; Make, and keep me pure within ; Thou of life the fountain art, Freely let me take of thee; Spring thou up within my heart, Rise, to all eternity. C. WESLEY. |