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To keep the heart in tune, despite
A war of jarring sounds-
And love, where hate abounds
This, this is hard, for nature spurns
To render good for ill,
Harsh rules the uugoverned will.
'Tis grace alone can mould the heart
This gentle power to prove'Tis grace alone can grace impart,
And teach the soul to love.
O Thou, who art the Source and Spring,
Of our new nature's birth, Love brought Thee down, that Thou might'st bring
Love to this wretched earth.
Light Thou my torch by Thine own flame;
So shall it ever glow,
Thro' all the fogs below.
Light Thou my torch, a living sign,
While thro' this world I rove, A child of love, a child of Thine
For Thou, my God, art Love!
“THE SOUTH WIND BLEW, AND WE CAME TO PUTEOLI."
Fair sea! whose lines of rolling wave
Flash back the gladsome day,
In murmurs soft to say,
And soothe his cares away ;
Not thus,-not thus thine accents broke
On Paul's awaken'd ear,
And mock'd the seaman's fear!
Wrought by thy wrestlings drear;
Rude sea! hadst thou no sealed charge,
That fearful crew to spare,
Thy Lord's beloved there?
Farther thou may’st not dare : In vain thy billows course their way— Saved are the souls ! Disgorge thy prey !
And yet, methinks, when Paul once more
Sought thy rude waves to greet,
To kiss his sainted feet-
Or 'gainst thy scowlings beat :
O for a faith! the faith of Paul,
To rise above things seen ;
Are not as might have been :
And from earth's pleasures wean -
And thou, fair sea!—for be thy form,
As spread before my sight, Or heaved and frothed abroad by storm,
Or gemmed with twinklings brightI love thee for thy Maker's sake, And hail the thoughts thy waves awake,
Thoughts clothed in mystic might, That He, who rules in heaven above, Loves me, his child,-for He is Love.
One hour upon this lonely shore,
Where Paul before me trod,
And commune with my God :
And spreads their scents abroad, Bear hither, as my longings rise, The loaded gales of Paradise !
What is Life's course, by day and night,
But an unstable sea,
Now frothed in sportive glee-
Its frowns or revelry ?-
O give me grace, my gracious King,
To take, as from thine hand The woes its boisterous tempests bring,
The comforts of its strand-
To Canaan's blissful land,