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12. DIVINE JUSTICE AMIABLE.
HOU hast no lightnings, O thou just!
Or I their force should know;
And, if thou strike me into dust,
Than it adores thy ways,
A subject of its praise.
Pleased I could lie, conceal'd and lost,
In shades of central night;
But lest I grieve thy sight.
Smite me, O Thou, whom I provoke !
And I will love thee ftill:
Shall please me, though it kill.
The worst thou canst devise : And dare I seek thy throne again,
And meet thy sacred eyes ?
Far from afflicting, Thou art kind;
And, in my saddest hours, An unction of thy grace I find,
Pervading all my powers.
Alas! Thou sparest me yet again ;
And, when thy wrath should move, Too gentle to endure my pain,
Thou sooth'st 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.
THE SOUL THAT LOVES GOD
FINDS HIM EVERY WHERE.
H Thou, by long experience tried,
My Love! how full of sweet content
Could I be cast where Thou art not,
peace and safety thy reward.
14. THE TESTIMONY OF DIVINE
JDOW happy are the new-born race;
Partakers of adopting grace;
How pure the bliss they share !
Within their heart the blessing lies,
And conscience feels it there.
The moment we believe, 'tis ours;
The God from whom it came; And if we serve with hearts sincere, 'Tis still discernible and clear,
An undisputed claim.
Farewell the joy we knew;
Without a guide or clue.
His work distinctly trace:
Their hearts his dwelling-place.
Oh messenger of dear delight,
Sweet peace-proclaiming Dove ! With thee at hand, to soothe our pains, No wish unsatisfied remains,
No task but that of Love.
'Tis Love unites what Sin divides; The centre, where all bliss resides;
To which the soul once brought,
Reclining on the first great Cause,
Peace pafling human thought.
Divested of its woes; There sovereign goodness soothes the breast, Till then incapable of rest,
In sacred sure repose.
15. DIVINE LOVE ENDURES NO
OVE is the Lord whom I obey,
The centre of my rest, my stay,
For uncreated charms I burn,
He little loves Him who complains,
Love causes grief, but 'tis to move