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Come then, my soul! be this thy guest; And leave to knaves and fools the rest. With this thou ever shalt be gay, And night shall brighten into day. With this companion in the shade, Surely thou couldst not be dismay'd; But if thy Saviour here were found, All Paradise would bloom around. Had I a firm and lasting faith, To credit what the' Almighty saith; I could defy the midnight gloom, And the pale monarch of the tomb. Though tempests drive me from the shore, And floods descend, and billows roar; Though death appears in every form, My little bark should brave the storm. Then if my God required the life Of brother, parent, child, or wife; Lord! I should bless the stern decree, And give my dearest friend to thee. Amidst the various scenes of ills, Each stroke some kind design fulfils; And shall I murmur at my God, When sovereign love directs the rod? Peace, rebel thoughts-I'll not complain; My father's smiles suspend my pain; Smiles-that a thousand joys impart, And pour the balm that heals the smart. Though Heaven afflicts, I'll not repine, Each heartfelt comfort still is mine; Comforts that shall o'er death prevail, And journey with me through the vale.
Dear Jesus! smooth that rugged way,
IN IMITATION OF DR. WATTS.
THIS is the day the Lord of life
My thoughts, pursue the lofty theme, And to the heavens arise.
Let no vain cares divert my
Think of the splendours of that place,
Heaven is the birthplace of the saints,
Oh! may these lovely titles prove
When the sick couch shall be my lot,
OFFENDED Majesty! how long
While sorrow wrings my bleeding heart,
Dispel the shades of night;
My God! thy smiles are light.
Yet will I ne'er repent my choice,
To doubt Thy goodness would be base
Past favours shall renew my hopes,
Indulgent God! my willing tongue
WITH fierce desire the hunted hart
Yes, with superior fervours, Lord;
Oh! the great plenty of thy house,
In worship when I join'd thy saints,
But now I'm lost to every joy,
Yet, O my soul! why thus depress'd,
When darkness and when sorrows rose,
Did not the Lord sustain thy steps,
Affliction is a stormy deep,
Where wave resounds to wave; Though o'er my head the billows roll, I know the Lord can save.
Perhaps, before the morning dawns,
For He, who bade the tempest roar,
In the dark watches of the night
Then, O my soul! why thus depress'd,
Here will I rest, and build my hopes,
He's more than all the world to me,
INSCRIBED TO MISS P.
CHLOE, I boast celestial date,
So wide my power, my sceptre spurns The limits of the pole.