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Wisdom and mercy guide my way ;

Shall I resist them both ?
The poor blind creature of a day,

And crushed before the moth.

But ah! my inward spirit cries,

Still bind me to Thy sway ; Else the next cloud that veils my skies, ·

Drives all these thoughts away !

“ BUT HOW TO PERFORM THAT WHICH IS GOOD), I

FIND NOT.”

Weak and irresolute is man;

The purpose of to-day,
Woven with pains into his plan,

To-morrow rends away.

The bow well bent, and smart the spring,

Vice seems already slain ;
But passion rudely snaps the string,

And it revives again.

Some foe to his upright intent

Finds out his weaker part ;
Virtue engages his assent,

But pleasure wins his heart.

'Tis here the folly of the wise

Through all his art we view ;
And while his tongue the charge denies,

His conscience owns it true.

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Bound on a voyage of awful length,

And dangers little known,
A stranger to superior strength,

Man vainly trusts his own.

But oars alone can ne'er prevail,

To reach the distant coast; The breath of heaven must swell the sail,

Or all the toil is lost.

" I HID MY FACE FROM THEE FOR A MOMENT."

When darkness long has veiled my mind,

And smiling day once more appears,
Then, my Redeemer, then I find,

The folly of my doubts and fears.

Straight I upbraid my wandering heart,

And blush that I should ever be
Thus prone to act so base a part,

Or harbour one hard thought of Thee.

Oh! let me then at length be taught

What I am still so slow to learn,
That God is love, and changes not,

Nor knows the shadow of a turn.

Sweet truth, and easy to repeat,

But when my faith is sharply tried,
I find myself a learner yet,

Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide.

But, O my Lord, one look from Thee,

Subdues the disobedient will, Drives doubt and discontent away,

And thy rebellious worm is still.

Thou art as ready to forgive,

As I am ready to repine ; Thou, therefore, all the praise receive ;

Be shame, and self-abhorrence mine.

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