6 Let me not angrily declare
No pain was ever sharp like mine;
Nor murmur at the cross I bear,
But rather weep, rememb'ring thine.

XLII.

SUBMISSION.

I O LORD, my best desire fulfil,

And help me to resign

Life, health, and comfort to thy will,
And make thy pleasure mine.

2 Why should I shrink at thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears?
Or tremble at the gracious hand
That wipes away my tears?

3 No, let me rather freely yield
What most I prize to thee,

Who never hast a good withheld,
Or wilt withhold from me.

4 Thy favour, all my journey through,
Thou art engag'd to grant ;
What else I want or think I do,
'Tis better still to want.

6 But ah! my inward spirit cries,
Still bind me to thy sway;

Else the next cloud that veils my skies
Drives all these thoughts away.

XLIII.

THE HAPPY CHANGE.

HOW blest thy creature is, O God,
When, with a single eye,
He views the lustre of thy word,
The day-spring from on high!

2 Thro' all the storms that veil the skies,
And frown on earthly things,
The Sun of Righteousness he eyes,
With healing on his wings.

3 Struck by that light, the human heart,* A barren soil no more,

Sends the sweet smell of grace abroad,
Where serpents lurk'd before.

4 The soul, a dreary province once
Of Satan's dark domain,

Feels a new empire form'd within,
And owns a heav'nly reign.

5 The glorious orb, whose golden beams The fruitful year control,

Since first, obedient to thy word,
He started from the goal,

6 Has cheer'd the nations with the joys
His orient rays impart ;

But, JESUS, 'tis thy light alone
Can shine upon the heart.

XLIV.

RETIREMENT.

I FAR from the world, O LORD, I flee,
From strife and tumult far ;
From scenes where Satan wages still
His most successful war.

2 The calm retreat, the silent shade,
With pray'r and praise agree;
And seem by thy sweet bounty made
For those who follow thee.

3 There, if thy Spirit touch the soul,
And grace her mean abode,

Oh, with what peace, and joy, and love,
She communes with her GOD!

4 There, like the nightingale, she pours
Her solitary lays;

Nor asks a witness of her song,

Nor thirsts for human praise.

5 Author and Guardian of my life,
Sweet source of light divine;
And (all harmonious names in one)
My Saviour, thou art mine!

6 What thanks I owe thee, and what love, A boundless, endless store,

Shall echo through the realms above
When time shall be no more.

XLV.

TRUE PLEASURES.

1 LORD, my soul with pleasure springs, When JESUS' name I hear;

And when God the spirit brings.
The word of promise near :
Beauties too, in holiness,

Still delighted I perceive;

Nor have words that can express
The joys thy precepts give.

2 Cloth'd in sanctity and grace,
How sweet it is to see

Those who love thee, as they pass,
Or when they wait on thee:
Pleasant too, to sit and tell

What we owe to love divine

;

Till our bosoms grateful swell,
And eyes begin to shine.

3 Those the comforts I possess,

Which GoD shall still increase:
All his ways are pleasantness,*
And all his paths are peace:
Nothing JESUS did or spoke,
Henceforth let me ever slight;
For I love his easy yoke,†
And find his burden light..

XLVL

THE CHRISTIAN..

1 HONOUR and happiness unite
To make the Christian's name a praise:
How fair the scene, how clear the light,
That fills the remnant of his days!

2 A kingly character he bears;

No change his priestly office knows ;,
Unfading is the crown he wears;
His joys can never reach a close.

3 Adorn'd with glory from on high,
Salvation shines upon his face ;
His robe is of th' ethereal dye,
His steps are dignity and grace.