Yet, lost and absorb'd as I seem,

I chant to the praise of my King; And, though overwhelm'd by the theme, Am happy whenever I sing.

GRATITUDE AND LOVE TO GOD.

1 ALL are indebted much to thee,
But I far more than all,

From many a deadly snare set free,
And raised from many a fall.
Overwhelm me, from above,
Daily, with thy boundless love!

2 What bonds of gratitude I feel No language can declare; Beneath the oppressive weight I reel, 'Tis more than I can bear; When shall I that blessing prove, To return thee Love for Love?

3 Spirit of Charity, dispense Thy grace to every heart; Expel all other spirits thence,

Drive self from every part;

Charity divine, draw nigh,

Break the chains in which we lie!

4 All selfish souls, whate'er they feign, Have still a slavish lot;

They boast of liberty in vain-
Of Love, and feel it not.

He whose bosom glows with Thee,
He, and he alone, is free.

5 Oh blessedness, all bliss above,
When thy pure fires prevail !
Love only teaches what is Love :
All other lessons fail :

We learn its name, but not its powers,
Experience only makes it ours.

HAPPY SOLITUDE-UNHAPPY MEN.

1 My heart is easy, and my burden light; I smile, though sad, when Thou art in my sight: The more my woes in secret I deplore,

I taste thy goodness, and I love the more.

2 There, while a solemn stillness reigns around, Faith, Love, and Hope within my soul abound; And, while the world suppose me lost in care, The joys of angels, unperceived, I share.

3 Thy creatures wrong thee, O thou sovereign Good!
Thou art not loved, because not understood;
This grieves me most, that vain pursuits beguile
Ungrateful men, regardless of thy sinile.

4 Frail Beauty and false Honour are adored; While Thee they scorn, and trifle with thy Word; Pass, unconcern'd, a Saviour's sorrows by ;

And hunt their ruin with a zeal to die.

LIVING WATER.

1 THE fountain in its source

No drought of summer fears;
The farther it pursues its course,
The nobler it appears.

2 But shallow cisterns yield

A scanty short supply;

The morning sees them amply fill'd;
At evening they are dry.

TRUTH AND DIVINE LOVE REJECTED BY THE WORLD.

10 LOVE, of pure and heavenly birth!
O simple Truth, scarce known on earth!
Whom men resist with stubborn will;
And, more perverse and daring still,
Smother and quench, with reasonings vain,
While Error and Deception reign.

2 Whence comes it, that, your power the same
As His on high, from whence you came,
Ye rarely find a listening ear,

Or heart that makes you welcome here?—
Because ye bring reproach and pain,
Where'er ye visit, in your train.

3 The world is proud, and cannot bear The scorn and calumny ye share;

The praise of men the mark they mean,
They fly the place where ye are seen;
Pure Love, with Scandal in the rear,
Suits not the vain; it costs too dear.

4 Then, let the price be what it may-
Though poor, I am prepared to pay;
Come shame, come sorrow; spite of tear
Weakness, and heart-oppressing fears;
One soul, at least, shall not repine,
To give you room; come, reign in mine

DIVINE JUSTICE AMIABLE.

1 THOг hast no lightnings, O thou Just! Or I their force should know;

And, if thou strike me into dust,
My soul approves the blow.

2 The heart, that values less its ease
Than it adores thy ways,

In thine avenging anger sees
A subject of its praise.

3 Pleased I could lie, conceal'd and lost,
In shades of central night;

Not to avoid thy wrath, thou know'st,
But lest I grieve thy sight.

4 Smite me, O Thou, whom I provoke!
And I will love thee still:

The well deserved and righteous stroke
Shall please me, though it kill.

5 Am I not worthy to sustain

The worst Thou canst devise ;
And dare I seek thy throne again,
And meet thy sacred eyes?

6 Far from afflicting, Thou art kind;
And, in my saddest hours,
An unction of thy grace I find,
Pervading all my powers.

7 Alas! thou sparest me yet again;
And, when thy wrath should move,
Too gentle to endure my pain,
Thou soothest me with thy love.

8 I have no punishment to fear;
But, ah! that smile from thee
Imparts a pang far more severe
Than woe itself would be.

THE SOUL THAT LOVES GOD FINDS HIM

EVERYWHERE.

10 THOU, by long experience tried,

Near whom no grief can long abide ;
My Love! how full of sweet content

2 All scenes alike engaging prove
To souls impress'd with sacred Love!
Where'er they dwell, they dwell in Thee!
In heaven, in earth, or on the sea.