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When the world's

up,
and

every swarm abroad,
Keep well thy temper; mix not with each day:
Dispatch necessities ; life hath a load
Which must be carried on, and safely may;
Yet keep these cares without thee: let the heart
Be God's alone, and choose the better part.

CIX.

No, I would not always live,
Always sin, repent, and grieve,
Always in my dungeon groan,
Always serve a God unknown;
Or if Thou appear'st to me,
Darkly through a glass I see,
Know in part, and deeply mourn
Till I to thy arms return.

Pardoned, still for sin I grieve,
Never can myself forgive:
Weeping, though my heart were pure,
Would I to the end endure,
Still lament, and daily die,
Till my Saviour from the sky
Wipe the gracious tears away,
Bear me to eternal day.

СХ.

Op for a glance of heavenly day,
To take this stubborn stone away ;
And thaw with beams of love divine
This heart, this frozen heart of mine!

The rocks can rend; the earth can quake;
The seas can roar; the mountains shake;
Of feeling, all things show some sign,
But this unfeeling heart of mine.

To hear the sorrows Thou hast felt,
Dear Lord, an adamant would melt;
But I can read each moving line,
And nothing move this heart of mine.

Thy judgments, too, unmoved I hear,
(Amazing thought !) which devils fear:
Goodness and wrath in vain combine,
To stir this stupid heart of mine.

But something yet can do the deed;
And that dear something much I need :
Thy Spirit can from dross refine,
And move and melt this heart of mine.

CXI.

Oh, from the world's vile slavery,
Almighty Saviour, set me free,
And as my treasure is above,
Be there my thoughts, be there my love!

But oft, alas ! too well I know,
My thoughts, my love, are fixed below;
In every lifeless

prayer

I find
The heart unmoved, the absent mind,

Oh, what that frozen heart can move,
That melts not at the Saviour's love;
What can that sluggish spirit raise,
That will not sing the Saviour's praise ?

Yet earthly pleasure still hath charms;
And earthly love my bosom warms :
Though cold my heart to love divine,
And cold, my bleeding Lord, to thine.

Lord, draw my best affections hence,
Above this world of sin and sense;
Cause them to soar beyond the skies,
And rest not, till to Thee they rise.

CXII

“SEEK ye to sit enthroned by me?
« Alas!

ye
know not what

ye

ask: “The first in shame and agony,

“The lowest in the meanest task“This can ye be ? and can ye drink

“The cup that I in tears must steep, “Nor from the whelming waters shrink

“That o'er me roll so dark and deep ?

We can !-thine are we, dearest Lord,

In glory and in agony,
To do and suffer all Thy word ;

Only be Thou for ever nigh.

“Then be it so !—my cup receive,

“And of my woes baptismal taste : “But for the crown, that angels weave

“For those next me in glory placed, “I give it not by partial love;

“But in my Father's book are writ “What names on earth shall lowliest prove,

“That they in Heaven may highest sit.

CXIII.

THERE is a secret in the

ways

of God With His own children, which none others know, That sweetens all He does : and if such peace, While under His afflicting hand we find, What will it be to see Him as he is, And pass

the reach of all that now disturbs The tranquil soul's repose ? To contemplate, In retrospect unclouded, all the means By which His wisdom has prepared His saints For the vast weight of glory which remains ! Come then, Affliction, if my Father bids, And be my frowning friend: a friend that frowns Is better than a smiling enemy. We welcome clouds which bring the former rain, Tho' they the present prospect blacken round, And shade the beauties of the opening year, That, by their stores enriched, the earth may yield A fruitful summer and a plenteous crop.

CXIV.

Ou, seek no bliss, but to fulfil,
In life and death, God's holy will;
No comforts in thy woe desire,
Save those His promises inspire.

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