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My labouring spirit vainly seeks
To tell but half the joy ;
And helps me to reply.
Such secrets to declare ;
Exposed to open air.
Nor care if thousands hear,
name, Not life is half so dear. And can you frown, my former friends,
Who knew what once I was ; And blame the song that thus commends
The man who bore the cross ?
I draw the likeness true,
For such have all his saints.
JOY AND PEACE IN BELIEVING.
Sometimes a light surprises
The Christian while he sings ;
With healing in his wings:
When comforts are declining,
He grants the soul again A season of clear shining,
To cheer it after rain.
In holy contemplation,
We sweetly then pursue
And find it ever new ;
We cheerfully can say,
Bring with it what it may.
But he will bear us through ; Who gives the lilies clothing,
Will clothe his people too; Beneath the spreading heavens
No creature but is fed ; And he who feeds the ravens,
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. * Matthew vi. 34.
+ Habakkuk iii. 17, 18.
LORD, my soul with pleasure springs
When Jesus' name I hear; And when God the Spirit brings
The word of promise near :
Still delighted I perceive;
The joys thy precepts give.
Clothed in sanctity and grace,
How sweet it is to see
Or when they wait on thee!
What we owe to love divine; Till our bosoms grateful swell,
And eyes begin to shine.
Those the comforts I possess,
Which God shall still increase, All his ways are pleasantness,*
And all his paths are peace. Nothing Jesus did or spoke,
Henceforth let me ever slight; For I love his easy yoke,t
And find his burden light. * Prov. iii, 17.
+ Matt. xi. 30.
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,
No change his priestly office knows; Unfading is the crown he wears,
His joys can never reach a close. Adorn'd with glory from on high, Salvation shines
his face; His robe is of the ethereal dye,
His steps are dignity and grace. 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,
Ordain'd to fill a throne above;
His kingdom of eternal love!
Methinks from earth I see him rise!
And shout him welcome to the skies !
LIVELY HOPE AND GRACIOUS FEAR.
I was a groveling creature once,
And basely cleaved to earth;
The clod that gave me birth.
And sent me from above
The wings of joy and love.
And there delighted stand, To view beneath a shining sky
The spacious promised land.
Has promised it to me;
As far as faith can see.
To thee for help I call;
Oh save me, lest I fall!
My strength is not my own ;
And none shall cast me down.