CALIFORNIA OLNEY HYMNS Man should not faint at thy rebuke, Like Joshua falling on his face, Perhaps some golden wedge suppressed, Ah! were I buffeted all day, Mocked, crowned with thorns, and spit upon, My great distress is mine alone. Let me not angrily declare No pain was ever sharp like mine, But rather weep, remembering thine. XLV. SUBMISSION O LORD, my best desire fulfil, Life, health, and comfort to thy will, Why should I shrink at thy command, No, rather let me freely yield Thy favour, all my journey through, Wisdom and mercy guide my way, A poor blind creature of a day, 63 But ah! my inward spirit cries, Else the next cloud that veils the skies XLVI. THE HAPPY CHANGE How blest thy creature is, O God, Through all the storms that veil the skies Struck by that light, the human heart, Sends the sweet smell of grace abroad, The soul, a dreary province once Feels a new empire formed within, The glorious orb whose golden beams Has cheered the nations with the joys But, Jesus, 'tis thy light alone Can shine upon the heart. XLVII. RETIREMENT FAR from the world, O Lord, I flee, The calm retreat, the silent shade, 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! There like the nightingale she pours Her solitary lays; Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise. Author and guardian of my life, What thanks I owe thee, and what love XLVIII. THE HIDDEN LIFE To tell the Saviour all my wants, My labouring spirit vainly seeks To tell but half the joy, With how much tenderness he speaks, And helps me to reply. Nor were it wise, nor should I choose, Like precious wines their taste they lose, But this with boldness I proclaim, Nor care if thousands hear, Sweet is the ointment of his name, And can you frown, my former friends, Who knew what once I was, And blame the song that thus commends Trust me, I draw the likeness true, XLIX. JOY AND PEACE IN BELIEVING SOMETIMES a light surprises The Christian while he sings; In holy contemplation It can bring with it nothing Will give his children bread. Though vine nor fig-tree neither Yet, God the same abiding, His praise shall tune my voice; For, while in him confiding, I cannot but rejoice. L. TRUE PLEASURES LORD, my soul with pleasure springs Still delighted I perceive; Clothed in sanctity and grace, Those who love thee as they pass, What we owe to love divine; Those the comforts I possess, And all his paths are peace. And find his burden light. LI. THE CHRISTIAN 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! A kingly character he bears, No change his priestly office knows; His steps are dignity and grace. |