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No fear shall in your path be found,
The dreary waste shall bloom around,
And you, through all your happy days,
Shall bless his name, and sing his praise.”

Oh lovely solitude, how sweet
The silence of this calm retreat!
Here truth, the fair whom I pursue,
Gives all her beauty to my view;
The simple, unadorn'd display
Charms every pain and fear away.
O truth, whom millions proudly slight;
O truth, my treasure and delight;
Accept this tribute to thy name,
And this poor heart from which it came!


Since life in sorrow must be spent,
So be it-I am well content,
And meekly wait my

last remove,
Seeking only growth in love.
No bliss I seek, but to fulfill
In life, in death, thy lovely will ;
No succours in my woes I want,
Save what thou art pleased to grant.
Our days are number'd, let us spare
Our anxious hearts a needless care :
'Tis thine to number out our days;
Ours to give them to thy praise.

Love is our only business here,
Love, simple, constant, and sincere ;
O blessed days, thy servants see!
Spent, O Lord ! in pleasing thee.



In vain ye woo me to your harmless joys,
Ye pleasant bowers, remote from strife and noise;
Your shades, the witnesses of many a vow,
Breathed forth in happier days, are irksome now;
Denied that smile 'twas once my heaven to see,
Such scenes, such pleasures, are all past with me.

In vain he leaves me, I shall love him still ;
And though I mourn, not murmur at his will ;
I have no cause—an object all divine
Might well grow weary of a soul like mine ;
Yet pity me, great God! forlorn, alone,
Heartless and hopeless, life and love all gone.


JEALOUS, and with love o'erflowing,

God demands a fervent heart;
Grace and bounty still bestowing,

Calls us to a grateful part.

Oh, then, with supreme affection

His paternal will regard ! If it cost us some dejection,

Every sigh has its reward.

Perfect love has power to soften

Cares that might our peace destroy, Nay, does more—transforms them often,

Changing sorrow into joy.
Sovereign love appoints the measure,

And the number of our pains ;
And is pleased when we find pleasure

In the trials he ordains.


Peace has unveil'd her smiling face,
And woos thy soul to her embrace,
Enjoy'd with ease, if thou refrain
From earthly love, else sought in vain ;
She dwells with all who truth prefer,
But seeks not them who seek not her.

Yield to the Lord, with simple heart,
All that thou hast, and all thou art ;
Renounce all strength but strength divine ;
And peace shall be for ever thine:
Behold the path which I have trod,
My path, till I go home to God.


I PLACE an offering at thy shrine,

From taint and blemish clear,
Simple and pure in its design,

Of all that I hold dear.
I yield thee back thy gifts again,

Thy gifts which most I prize;
Desirous only to retain

The notice of thine eyes. But if, by thine adored decree,

That blessing be denied ;
Resign'd, and unreluctant, see

My every wish subside.
Thy will in all things I approve,

Exalted or cast down!
Thy will in every state I love,

And even in thy frown.


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To lay the soul that loves him low,

Becomes the only-wise :
To hide, beneath a veil of woe,

The children of the skies.
Man, though a worm, would yet be great ;

Though feeble, would seem strong ;
Assumes an independent state,

By sacrilege and wrong.

Strange the reverse, which, once abased,

The haughty creature proves ! He feels his soul a barren waste,

Nor dares affirm he loves. Scorn'd by the thoughtless and the vain,

To God he presses near ; Superior to the world's disdain,

And happy in its sneer. Oh welcome, in his heart he

Humility and shame!
Farewell the wish for human praise,

The music of a name!
But will not scandal mar the good

That I might else perform?
And can God work it, if he would,

By so despised a worm?
Ah, vainly anxious !-leave the Lord

To rule thee, and dispose ;
Sweet is the mandate of his word,

And gracious all he does.
He draws from human littleness

His grandeur and renown;
And generous hearts with joy confess

The triumph all his own.
Down then with self-exalting thoughts ;

Thy faith and hope employ, To welcome all that he allots,

And suffer shame with joy.

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