OBLATION OF A SICK CHILD. FATHER, Thy will be done, not mine, To Thee my Isaac I resign, Without a murmuring wish I give The child Thou gavest to me; I dare not deprecate the cross, I hear the providential word, I bless the will divine; Remove him from my bosom, Lord, And take him up to Thine. ON HIS DEATH. WHEREFORE should I make my moan, He to early rest is gone, He to paradise is fled: 1749. I shall go to him, but he God forbids his longer stay; From my bosom to His own: Faith cries out, It is the Lord, Let Him do as seems Him good! Be Thy holy Name adored: Take the gift awhile bestowed: Take the child, no longer mine; Thine he is, forever Thine. 1749. ON GOING TO A NEW HABITATION. THE Son of Man supplies My every outward need, Who had not, when He left the skies, A place to lay His head. Where I shall pass my few sad days Of pilgrimage below. No matter where or how If, when my dying head I bow, Blest with Thy precious Love, Saviour, 't is all my care To reach the purchased House above, An house with hands not made An heir of endless bliss, Till Thou my spotless soul dismiss Till Thou in that glad Day Family Hymns, 1767. ON HIS SON'S APOSTASY. FAREWELL, my all of earthly hope, Submissive to the will divine, But give I God a sacrifice That costs me naught? my gushing eyes The answer sad express; My gushing eyes and troubled heart, Which bleeds with its beloved to part, Which breaks through fond excess. Yet since he from my heart is torn, Keep (for I nothing else desire) My child, for a few moments lent, But hear my agonizing prayer, And O preserve him, and prepare When throned in bliss the Lamb appears, The blessed day of my release (Should sorrow's pangs no sooner cease) Will swallow up my woe, Make darkness light, and crooked straight, Unwind the labyrinths of fate, And all the secret show. But while Thy way is in the deep, The bitterness of death is past; Patient till death I feel my pain, Wherefore with soft and silent pace In view of joys to come, |