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Sweet is the cross, above all sweets,
To souls enamour'd with thy smiles;
The keenest woe life ever meets,
Love strips of all its terrors, and beguiles.
'Tis just that God should not be dear
Where self engrosses all the thought,
And

groans and murmurs make it clear,
Whatever else is loved, the Lord is not.
The love of Thee flows just as much
As that of ebbing self subsides;
Our hearts, their scantiness is such,
Bear not the conflict of two rival tides.

Both cannot govern in one soul;
Then let self-love be dispossess’d;
The Love of God deserves the whole,
And will not dwell with so despised a guest.

16. SELF-DIFFIDENCE.

OURCE of love, and light of day,
Tear me from myself away;

Every view and thought of mine
Caft into the mould of thine;
Teach, O teach this faithless heart
A consistent constant part;
Or, if it must live to grow
More rebellious, break it now!
Is it thus that I requite
Grace and goodness infinite?

Every trace of every boon,
Cancel'd and erased so soon!
Can I grieve Thee, whom I love;
Thee, in whom I live and move?
If my sorrow touch thee still,
Save me from so great an ill!
Oh! the oppressive, irksome weight
Felt in an uncertain state;
Comfort, peace, and rest adieu,
Should I prove at last untrue!
Still I choose thee, follow still
Every notice of thy will ;
But, unstable, strangely weak,
Still let slip the good I seek.
Self-confiding wretch, I thought
I could serve thee as I ought,
Win thee, and deserve to feel
All the Love thou canst reveal;
Trusting self, a bruised reed,
Is to be deceived indeed :
Save me from this harm and loss,
Lest my gold turn all to dross !
Self is earthly-Faith alone
Makes an unseen world our own;
Faith relinquish'd, how we roam,
Feel our way, and leave our home!
Spurious gems our hopes entice,
While we scorn the pearl of price;
And, preferring servants’

pay, Cast the children's bread away.

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17. THE ACQUIESCENCE OF PURE

LOVE.

OVE! if thy destined sacrifice am I,
Come, llay thy victim, and prepare thy

fires :
Plunged in thy depths of mercy, let me die
The death which every soul that lives desires !

I watch my hours, and see them fleet away;
The time is long that I have languilh'd here;
Yet all my thoughts thy purposes obey,
With no reluctance, cheerful and sincere.

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To me 'tis equal, whether Love ordain
My life or death, appoint me pain or ease
My soul perceives no real ill in pain;
In ease or health no real good she sees.

One Good she covets, and that Good alone,
To choose thy will, from selfish bias free;
And to prefer a cottage to a throne,
And grief to comfort, if it pleases thee.

That we should bear the cross is thy command,
Die to the world, and live to self no more;
Suffer, unmoved, beneath the rudest hand,
As pleased when shipwreck'd as when safe on

shore.

18. REPOSE IN GOD.

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LEST! who, far from all mankind,

This world's shadows left behind,
A Hears from Heaven a gentle strain

Whispering Love, and loves again.
Blest! who, free from self-esteem,
Dives into the great Supreme,
All desire beside discards,
Joys inferior none regards.
Blest! who in thy bosom seeks
Rest that nothing earthly breaks,
Dead to self and worldly things,
Loft in thee, thou King of kings!

Ye that know my secret fire,
Softly speak and soon retire ;
Favour

my

divine repose,
Spare the sleep a God bestows.

19. GLORY TO GOD ALONE.

H loved! but not enough-tho' dearer far
Than self and its most loved enjoyments

are ;
None duly loves thee, but who, nobly free
From sensual objects, finds his all in Thee.

Glory of God! thou stranger here below,
Whom man nor knows, nor feels a wish to know;
Our Faith and Reason are both shock'd to find
Man in the post of honour—Thee behind.

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Reason exclaims—“Let every creature fall,
Alhamed, abased, before the Lord of all;"
And Faith, o'erwhelm'd with such a dazzling blaze,
Feebly describes the beauty she surveys.

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Yet man, dim-sighted man, and rash as blind,
Deaf to the dictates of his better mind,
In frantic competition dares the skies,
And claims precedence of the only wise.
Oh lost in vanity, till once self-known;
Nothing is great, or good, but God alone ;
When thou shalt stand before his awful face,
Then, at the last, thy pride shall know His place.
Glorious, Almighty, First, and without end !
When wilt thou melt the mountains and descend?
When wilt thou shoot abroad thy conquering rays,
And teach these atoms, thou hast made, thy praise?
Thy Glory is the sweetest heaven I feel;
And, if I seek it with too fierce a zeal,
Thy Love, triumphant o'er a selfish will,
Taught me the passion, and inspires it still.
My reason, all my faculties, unite,
To make thy Glory their supreme delight;
Forbid it, fountain of my brightest days,
That I should rob thee, and usurp thy praise !

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