405 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 MENT. OURCE of love, my brighter fun, See, my race is almost run; ways 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, eye, 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. His grace grace in 409 Nor exile I nor prison fear; Love makes my courage great ; I find a Saviour every where, every 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. a I fear no ill, resent no wrong, Nor feel a passion move, Such patience is in love. 37. SCENES FAVOURABLE TO MEDI TATION. BILDS horrid and dark with o'ershadow ing trees, Rocks that ivy and briers infold, Scenes nature with dread and astonishment sees, But I with a pleasure untold. |