The mind was form’d to mount sublime, To everlasting things; Upon her drooping wings. And chained to earth I lie : And upward learn to fly. Nor leave a thought below! Heaven calls, and I must go. Ah, wretched, lingering heart ! Come, Lord, with strength, and life, and light, Assist and guide my upward flight, And bid the world depart. CXIII. FORGIVE, blest shade, the tributary tear, CXIV. Father! whate'er of earthly bliss Thy sovereign will denies; Let this petition rise : From every murmur free; And let me live to Thee. My life and death attend, And crown my journey's end. CXV. 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 prepar'd 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. TATE. CXVI. Thro' all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy, My heart and tongue employ. Of His deliverance I will boast, Till all that are distrest, And charm their griefs to rest. With me exalt His fame: He to my rescue came. Experience will decide Who in His truth confide. Fear Him, ye saints, and you will then Have nothing else to fear He'll make your wants His care. When His relief they crave : And contrite spirit save. Who on His truth depend; His blessings shall descend. CXVI. Wuen langour and disease invade This trembling house of clay, And long to soar away. The whispers of his love; Where Jesus pleads above. Sweet to look back, and see my name In life's fair book mark'd down; Eternal joy my own. My sins on Jesus laid ; My debt of suffering paid. Whose love can never end; Sweet on thy covenant of grace For all things to depend. Sweet in the confidence of faith, To trust thy truth divine; Sweet to lie passive in thy hands, And have no will but thine. |