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Dear theme of my wonder and praise,
I cry, who is worthy as thou ! I can only be silent and gaze:
'Tis all that is left to me now.
Oh glory in which I am lost,
Too deep for the plummet of thought; On an ocean of deity toss'd,
I am swallow'd, I sink into nought. Yet, lost and absorb’d as I seem,
I chant to the praise of my king; And, though overwhelm'd by the theme,
Am happy whenever I sing.
GRATITUDE AND LOVE TO GOD.
All are indebted much to thee,
But I far more than all,
And raised from many a fall.
No language can declare;
'Tis more than I can bear : When shall I that blessing prove, To return thee love for love?
Spirit of charity, dispense
Thy grace to every heart;
Drive self from every part ;
Have still a slavish lot;
Of love, and feel it not.
When thy pure fires prevail !
All other lessons fail :
HAPPY SOLITUDE-UNHAPPY MEN.
burden light; I smile, though sad, when thou art in my sight: The more my woes in secret I deplore, I taste thy goodness, and I love the more. There, while a solemn stillness reigns around, Faith, love, and hope within my soul abound; And, while the world suppose me lost in care, The joys of angels, unperceived, I share.
My heart is
Thy creatures wrong thee, O thou sovereign good!
The fountain in its source
No drought of summer fears;
A scanty short supply;
At evening they are dry.
TRUTH AND DIVINE LOVE REJECTED BY
O Love, of pure and heavenly birth!
Whence comes it, that, your power
the same As His is on high, from whence you came, Ye rarely find a listening ear, Or heart that makes you welcome here ?Because ye bring reproach and pain, Where'er ye visit, in your train.
The world is proud, and cannot bear
Then, let the price be what it may,
DIVINE JUSTICE AMIABLE.
Thou hast no lightnings, O thou just !
Or I their force should know;
My soul approves the blow. .
The heart, that values less its ease
Than it adores thy ways, In thine avenging anger sees
A subject of its praise.
In shades of central night;
But lest I grieve thy sight.
And I will love thee still :
Shall please me, though it kill. Am I not worthy to sustain
The worst thou canst devise ;
And meet thy sacred eyes?
And, in my saddest hours,
Pervading all my powers.
And, when thy wrath should move,
Thou soothest me with thy love. I have no punishment to fear;
But, ah! that smile from thee Imparts 'a pang far more severe
Than woe itself would be.