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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 decline.
I do not shun the solemn truth: to him it is not drear
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 the end.
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 THEE."
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—
They have left my 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!
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!
Take, my soul, thy full salvation;
Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find in every 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,
God's own hand shall guide thee there.