My soul! rest happy in thy low estate,
Nor hope, nor wilh, to be esteem'd or great ;
To take the impression of a will divine,
Be that thy glory, and those riches thine.

Confess Him righteous in his just decrees,
Love what he loves, and let his pleasure please;
Die daily; from the touch of sin recede;
Then thou hast crown'd him, and he reigns indeed.

20. SELF-LOVE AND TRUTH INCOM

PATIBLE.

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ROM thorny wilds a monster came,
That fill'd my

soul with fear and shame;
The birds, forgetful of their mirth,
Droop'd at the sight, and fell to earth;
When thus a fage address’d mine ear,
Himself unconscious of a fear.

“ Whence all this terror and surprise,
Distracted looks, and streaming eyes?
Far from the world and its affairs,
The joy it boasts, the pain it shares,
Surrender, without guile or art,
To God, an undivided heart;
The savage form, so fear'd before,
Shall scare your trembling soul no more ;
For loathsome as the fight may
'Tis but the Love of self you see.
Fix all your love on God alone,
Choose but His will, and hate your own :

be,

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 !

21. THE LOVE OF GOD, THE END

OF LIFE.

last remove,

INCE life in sorrow must be spent,

So be it I am well content,

And meekly wait my
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,

I
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.

22. LOVE FAITHFUL IN THE AB

SENCE OF THE BELOVED.

N 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 I have no cause--an object all divine Might well grow weary of a foul like mine; Yet pity me, great God! forlorn, alone, Heartless and hopeless, Life and Love all gone.

23. LOVE PURE AND FERVENT.

SEALOUS, 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.

24. THE ENTIRE SURRENDER.

EACE has unveil'd her smiling face,

And woos thy soul to her embrace,

Enjoy'd with ease, if thou refrain From earthly love, else fought 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.

25. THE PERFECT SACRIFICE.

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.

26. GOD HIDES HIS PEOPLE.

O lay the soul that loves him low,

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

The children of the skies.

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