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“O THAT MY WAYS WERE DIRECTED TO KEEP THY
Oh! for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame ;
That leads me to the Lamb !
Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord ?
Of Jesus, and His word ?
What peaceful hours I once enjoyed !
How sweet their memory still !
The world can never fill.
Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest !
And drove Thee from my breast.
The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from Thy throne,
And worship only Thee.
So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame : So purer light shall mark the road,
That leads me to the Lamb.
I HAVE LEARNED IN WHATSOEVER STATE I AM,
THEREWITH TO BE CONTENT.”
FIERCE passions discompose the mind,
As tempests vex the sea ;
When, Lord, we turn to Thee.
In vain by reason and by rule
We try to bend the will ;
Can learn the heavenly skill.
Since at His feet my soul has sate,
His gracious words to hear,
I cast on Him my care.
“ Art thou a sinner, soul,” He said,
“ Then how canst thou complain ? How light thy troubles here, if weighed
With everlasting pain !
“ If thou of murmuring would'st be cured,
Compare thy griefs with mine; Think what my love for thee endured,
And thou wilt not repine.
“ 'Tis I appoint thy daily lot,
And I do all things well :
And rise with me to dwell.
“ In life my grace shall strength supply
Proportioned to thy day ;
To wipe thy tears away.”
Thus I, who once my wretched days
In vain repinings spent,
Have learned to be content.
“ WHEN THOU WENTEST AFTER ME IN THE
Far from the world, O Lord ! I flee,
From strife and tumult far;
His most successful war.
The calm retreat, the silent shade,
With prayer and praise agree :
For those who follow Thee.
There if Thy Spirit touch the soul,
And grace her mean abode,
She communes with her God !
There, like the nightingale, she pours
Her solitary lays ;
Nor thirsts for human praise.