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HAPPY SOLITUDE-UNHAPPY MEN. My heart is easy, and my burden light; I smile, though sad, when Thou art in my sight: The more my woes in secret I deplore, I taste thy goodness and I love the more. There, while a solemn stillness reigns around, Faith, Love, and Hope within my soul abound; And while the world suppose me lost in care, The joys of angels, unperceived, I share. Thy creatures wrong thee, O thou sovereign Good ! Thou art not loved, because not understood; This grieves me most, that vain pursuits beguile Ungrateful men, regardless of thy smile. Frail beauty and false honour are adored; While Thee they scorn, and trifle with thy Word; Pass, unconcern'd, a Saviour's sorrows by; And hunt their ruin with a zeal to die.
No drought of summer fears;
The nobler it appears.
A scanty short supply ;
At evening they are dry.
TRUTH AND DIVINE LOVE
REJECTED BY THE WORLD.
O LOVE, of pure and heavenly birth!'
Whence comes it, that, your power the same
DIVINE JUSTICE AMIABLE. Thou hast no lightnings, O thou just !
Or I their force should know ;
My soul approves the blow.
Than it adores thy ways,
A subject of its praise. Pleased I could lie, conceal'd and lost,
In shades of central night; Not to avoid thy wrath, thou know'st,
But lest I grieve thy sight. Smite me, 0 Thou, whom I provoke !
And I will love thee still ; The well-deserved and righteous stroke
Shall please me, though it kill. Am I not worthy to sustain
The worst thou canst devise ?
And meet thy sacred eyes ?
And in my saddest hours,
Pervading all my powers.
And when thy wrath should move,
Thou sooth'st me with thy love.
I have no punishment to fear;
But, ah ! that smile from Thee Imparts a pang far more severe
Than woe itself would be.
THE SOUL THAT LOVES GOD FINDS HIM
All scenes alike engaging prove
To me remains nor place nor time;
While place we seek, or place we shun,
My country, Lord, art Thou alone ;
I hold by nothing here below;
No frowns of men can hurtful prove
There Love divine shall be thy guard,
TESTIMONY OF DIVINE ADOPTION. How happy are the new-born race; Partakers of adopting grace,
How pure the bliss they share ! Hid from the world and all its eyes, Within their heart the blessing lies,
And conscience feels it there.
The moment we believe, 'tis ours;