But we that wait upon the Lord The saints shall mount on eagles' wings, 314 MY God, permit me not to be Portugal. A stranger to myself and thee; Why should my passions mix with earth, Aud all inferior joys resign. Be earth with all her charms withdrawn, In holy musings of the mind I would my God, my heaven find. 315 NNNNNNII O THAT I knew the secret place Worksop. I'd spread my wants before his face, I'd tell him how my sins arise; How grace decays, and comfort dies, He knows what arguments I'd take I'd plead for his own mercy's sake, He calls thee to his throne of grace, To spread thy sorrows there. 316 NNNNNNN Wooburn Abbey. O FOR a closer walk with God, Where is the blessedness I knew, What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd! But they have left an aching void, Return, O holy Dove, return, I hate the sins that made thee mourn, The dearest idol I have known, Help me to tear it from thy throne, So shall my walk be close with God, So purer light shall mark the road, 317 Lambeth. ENCOMPASS'D with clouds of distress, I pant for the light of thy face, Shine, Lord, and my terror shall cease; And lead me to Jesus for peace, Speak, Saviour, for sweet is thy voice, And plunge me again in the deep; Yet, Lord, if thy love hath design'd Ah, tell me how is it I find Some sweetness in waiting for thee? Almighty to rescue thou art; Thy grace is my only resource, If e'er thou art Lord of my heart, Thy Spirit must take it by force. 318 ****** Sutton Colefield. MY God, my life, my love, To thee, to thee I call; I cannot live, if thou remove, Thy shining grace can cheer 'Tis paradise when thou art here If thou depart, 'tis hell. The smilings of thy face, How amiable they are! 'Tis heaven to rest in thine embrace, And no where else but there. To thee, and thee alone, The angels owe their bliss; They sit around thy gracious throne, Not all the harps above Can make a heavenly place, If God his residence remove, Or but conceal his face. To thee my spirits fly With infinite desire, And yet how far from thee I lie! Dear Jesus, raise me higher! JESUS, lover of my soul, Hotham. |