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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.

IO 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.
5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way,

Shall I resist them both ?
A poor blind creature of a day,

And crush'd before the moth!

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,

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.

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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 fee,

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.
z 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,t

And find his burden light.

XLVI.

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.

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