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They tell him, all he has on earth, his brightest
dearest things, His loves and friendships, joys and hopes, have
all their falls and springs : A wave upon a moon-lit sea, a leaf before the
blast, A summer flower, an April hour, that gleams
and hurries past. And be it so: I know it well : myself, and all
that's mine, Must roll on with the rolling year, and ripen to
I do not shun the solemn truth : to him it is
Whose hopes can rise above the skies, and see
a Saviour near.
It only makes him feel with joy, this earth is
not his home; It sends him on from present ills to brighter
hours to come :
It bids him take with thankful heart whate'er
his God may send, Content to go through weal or woe to glory in
Then murmur on, ye wintry winds ; remind me
of my doom : Ye lengthened nights, still image forth the
darkness of the tomb. Eternal summer lights the heart where Jesus
deigns to shine. I mourn no loss, I shun no cross, so thou,
O Lord, art mine!
“ LO, WE HAVE LEFT ALL, AND FOLLOWED
Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow Thee :
Destitute, despised, forsaken,
Thou from hence my all shalt be. Perish, every fond ambition,
All I've sought, and hoped, and known ; Yet how rich is my condition,
God and heaven are still my own!
Let the world despise and leave me-
Saviour tooHuman hearts and looks deceive me;
Thou art not, like man, untrue :
And while Thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might, Foes may hate, and friends may shun me :
Show Thy face, and all is bright !
Go then, earthly fame and treasure !
Come, disaster, scorn, and pain !
With Thy favour, loss is gain.
I have stayed my heart on Thee :
All must work for good to me.
Man may trouble and distress me;
'Twill but drive me to Thy breast. Life with trials hard may press me ;
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.
O, 'tis not in grief to harm me,
While Thy love is left to me! 0, 'twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
Take, my soul, thy full salvation;
Rise o’er sin, and fear, and care ; Joy to find in
station Something still to do or bear! Think what Spirit dwells within thee;
What a Father's smile is thine ; What thy Saviour died to win thee,
Child of Heaven, shouldst thou repine ?
Haste then on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith, and winged by prayer ; Heaven's eternal day's before thee;
God's own hand shall guide thee there.