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There fiery seeds of anger lurk,
frame; And wait but for the tempter's work,
To fan them to a flame.
Legality holds out a bribe
To purchase life from thee;
How thou shalt deal with me.
And puts the mercy by;
Says, “ Give me, or I die.”
In quest of what they love!
How heavily they move!
Transform me by thy power,
And let me roam no more.
PRAYER FOR PATIENCE.
LORD, who hast suffer'd all for me,
My peace and pardon to procure, The lighter cross I bear for thee,
Help me with patience to endure.
The storm of loud repining hush,
I would in humble silence mourn ; Why should the unburnt, though burning bush,
Be angry as the crackling thorn? Man should not faint at thy rebuke,
Like Joshua falling on his face," When the cursed thing that Achan took
Brought Israel into just disgrace. Perhaps some golden wedge suppress'd, Some secret sin offends
God; Perhaps that Babylonish vest,
Self-righteousness, provokes the rod. Ah! were I buffeted all day,
Mock'd, crown'd with thorns, and spit upon; I yet should have no right to say,
My great distress is mine alone. Let me not angrily declare
No pain was ever sharp like mine, Nor murmur at the cross I bear,
But rather weep, remembering thine.
O LORD, my best desire fulfill,
And help me to resign
* Joshua vii. 10, 11,
Why should I shrink at thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears ? Or tremble at the gracious hand
That wipes away my tears? No, rather let me freely yield
What most I prize to thee;
Or wilt withhold from me.
Thou art engaged to grant ;
'Tis better still to want.
Shall I resist them both ?
And crush'd before the moth!
Still bind me to thy sway; Else the next cloud that veils the skies,
Drives all these thoughts away.
How blest thy creature is, O God,
When, with a single eye,
The dayspring from on high !
Through all the storms that veils the skies,
And frown on earthly things,
With healing on his wings.
A barren soil no more,
Where serpents lurk'd before. *
Of Satan's dark domain,
And owns a heavenly reign.
The fruitful year control,
He started from the goal,
His orient rays impart ;
Can shine upon the heart.
Far from the world, O Lord, I flee,
From strife and tumult far; From scenes were Satan wages still
His most successful war.
* Isaiah xxxv. 7.
The calm retreat, the silent shade,
With prayer and praise agree;
For those who follow thee.
There if thy Spirit touch the soul,
grace her mean abode,
She communes with her God!
Her solitary lays;
Nor thirsts for human praise.
Sweet source of light divine,
My Saviour, thou art mine !
A boundless, endless store,
When time shall be no more.
To tell the Saviour all my wants,
How pleasing is the task!
Beyond what I can ask.