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34. SIMPLE TRUST.
TILL, still, without ceasing,
I feel it increasing,
This fervour of holy desire;
Let me die in the flame
Had I words to explain
What she must sustain Who dies to the world and its ways;
How joy and affright,
Distress and delight, Alternately chequer her days.
Thou, sweetly severe !
I would make thee appear,
Not more in the sweet,
Than the bitter I meet,
This faith, in the dark
Pursuing its mark, Through many sharp trials of Love;
Is the sorrowful waste
That is to be pass'd In the
way to the Canaan above.
35. THE NECESSITY OF SELF-ABASE
OURCE of love, my brighter fun,
See, my race is almost run;
of men ; Then I drank unmingled joys; Frown of thine faw never then.
Spouse of Christ was then my name;
Thee to love, and none beside,
so close applied,
Conscious of no evil drift,
Oh, the vain conceit of man,
thou hast wrought Makes subservient to his pride ; Ignorant, that one such thought Passes all his sin beside.
Such his folly—proved, at last,
Learn, all Earth! that feeble man,
36. LOVE INCREASED BY SUFFERING.
LOVE the Lord,” is still the strain
This heart delights to sing;
But I reply-Your thoughts are vain,
Creation fades away ;
In all that we survey.
In gulfs of awful night we find
The God of our desires ;
And doubles all its fires.
Flames of encircling love invest,
And pierce it sweetly through;
With sacred forrow too.
Ah Love! my heart is in the right
Amidst a thousand woes,
And all its peace it owes.
Fresh causes of distress occur
Where'er I look or move;
Are folitude and love.
409 Nor exile I nor prison fear;
Love makes my courage great ; I find a Saviour every where,
state. Nor castle walls, nor dungeons deep,
Exclude his quickening beams; There I can sit, and fing, and weep,
And dwell on heavenly themes.
A joy beyond compare;
No pride can enter there.
And sweetens all my pains,
Confoles me and sustains.
I fear no ill, resent no wrong,
Nor feel a passion move,
Such patience is in love.
37. SCENES FAVOURABLE TO MEDI
BILDS horrid and dark with o'ershadow
Rocks that ivy and briers infold, Scenes nature with dread and astonishment sees,
But I with a pleasure untold.