Leave no unguarded place, No weakness of the soul: Take every virtue, every grace, To battle all proceed; But arm yourselves with all the mind Which was in Christ your Head. LXXXIV. OH for a closer walk with God, Where is the blessedness I knew What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd! But now I find an aching void, Return, O Holy Dove, retrdn, I hate the sins which made Thee mourn, The dearest idol I have known, Help me to tear it from thy throne, So shall my walk be close with God, LXXXV. OH, could I find some peaceful bower, When to the throne of grace I flee, When I attempt to soar above, To view the height of Jesu's love, Lord, free me from this deadly foe, LXXXVI. THEE Will I love, my Strength, my Tower! Thee will I love, my Joy, my Crown! Thee will I love, with all my power, In all thy works, and Thee alone! Thee will I love, till the pure fire Ah! why did I so late Thee know, To Thee, the only ease in pain? In darkness willingly I stray'd: I sought Thee, yet from Thee I rov'd: Far wide my wand'ring thoughts were spread: Thy creatures more than Thee I lov'd: And now if more at length I see, 'Tis through thy light, and comes from Thee. I thank Thee, Uncreated Sun, That thy bright beams on me have shin'd : I thank Thee, who hast overthrown My foes, and heal'd my wounded mind: I thank Thee, whose enliv'ning voice Bids my freed heart in Thee rejoice. Give to mine eyes refreshing tears: Give to my heart chaste hallow'd fires: Give to my soul, with filial fears, The love, which all heaven's host inspires-That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite. Thee will I love, my Joy, my Crown! Thee will I love, beneath thy frown Or smile-thy sceptre or thy rod: What though my flesh and heart decay, Thee shall I love in endless day! LXXXVII. THOU hidden Love of God, whose height, Inly I sigh for thy repose: My heart is pain'd, nor can it be Is there a thing beneath the sun Which strives with Thee my heart to share? Ah! tear it thence; and reign alone, The Lord of every motion there! Oh hide this Self from me, that I Nor let one darling lust survive! O Love, thy sov'reign aid impart, To save me from low-thoughted care: |