1 Thine eye, Lord God, alone can see The soul through every secret part; The mystery of iniquity Hid in the hollow of man's heart. 2 Myself unto myself reveal, Light let me see in Thy pure light; Change doubt to faith, and faith to sight. 3 By inward vision to discern And from that sad disclosure learn 4 Life's hardest lesson, but its best! 5 How long, how far on pilgrimage 6 Oh, let that narrow path be mine, 1 Mortal! if e'er thy spirits faint, Seek not vain hope, nor sour complaint, 2 But view thy bitterest pangs as sent 3 Be thine own judge: hate thy proud heart; And while the sad drops flow, E'en let thy will attend the smart, 1 Blessed are the humble souls that see 2 Blessed are the souls that long for grace, 3 Blessed are the pure, whose hearts are clean From the defiling power of sin: With endless pleasure they shall see 4 Blessed are the sufferers, who partake 5 These are the men, the holy race, 361. L. M. 1 As for some dear familiar strain, 2 Such is the bliss of souls serene, 3 O could we learn that sacrifice, 4 We need not bid, for cloistered cell, 5 The trivial round, the common task, 6 Seek we no more; content with these, 7 Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love 1. 2 3 362. S. M. Teach me, my God and King! To do it as for Thee! To scorn the senses' sway, While still to Thee I tend : In all I do, be Thou the way, In all, be Thou the end! All may of Thee partake: Nothing so small can be But draws, when acted for Thy sake, Greatness and worth from Thee. go: 4 If done beneath Thy laws, E'en servile labours shine: Hallowed is toil, if this the cause; The meanest work, divine. 363. S. M. 1 2 3 A charge to keep I have, A never-dying soul to save, To serve the present age, O may it all my powers engage Arm me with jealous care, As in Thy sight to live; And oh! Thy servant, Lord, prepare A strict account to give. 364. L. M. 1 Irresolute, I stand perplext, 2 I know him: but when thus I stay, A shadow dims that sacred light Which shines to guide from height to height. |