3 There, if thy Spirit touch the soul, Oh, with what peace, and joy, and love, 4 There like the nightingale she pours Nor asks a witness of her song, 5 Author and Guardian of my life, 6 What thanks I owe thee, and what love, A boundless, endless store, Shall echo through the realms above XLVII. THE HIDDEN LIFE. 1 To tell the Saviour all my wants, Nor less to praise him when he grants 2 My labouring spirit vainly seeks To tell but half the joy; With how much tenderness he speaks, 3 Nor were it wise, nor should I choose, Like precious wines, their taste they lose, air. 4 But this with boldness I proclaim, 5 And can you frown, my former friends, And blame the song that thus commends 6 Trust me, I draw the likeness true, Such honour may he give to you, XLVIII. JOY AND PEACE IN BELIEVING. 1 SOMETIMES a light surprises It is the Lord who rises With healing in his wings: 2 In holy contemplation, Set free from present sorrow, We cheerfully can say, Even let the unknown to-morrow 1 Bring with it what it may 3 It can bring with it nothing, 4 Though vine nor fig-tree neither 2 Though all the fields should wither, Yet God the same abiding, His praise shall tune my voice; XLIX. TRUE PLEASURES. 1 LORD, my soul with pleasure springs, 1 Matthew vi. 34. 2 Habakkuk iii. 17, 18. Beauties too, in holiness, Still delighted I perceive; 2 Clothed in sanctity and grace, Those who love thee as they pass, What we owe to Love divine; 3 Those the comforts I possess, Which God shall still increase : L. THE CHRISTIAN. 1 HONOUR and happiness unite To make the Christian's name a praise; How fair the scene, how clear the light, VOL. II. That fills the remnant of his days! 'Proverbs iii. 17.-2 Matthew xi. 30. D 2 A kingly character he bears, His joys can never reach a close. 3 Adorn'd with glory from on high, His robe is of the ethereal dye, 4 Inferior honours he disdains, Nor stoops to take applause from earth: 5 The noblest creature seen below, Ordain'd to fill a throne above; 6 My soul is ravish'd at the thought! Methinks from earth I see him rise! Angels congratulate his lot, And shout him welcome to the skies! LI. LIVELY HOPE AND GRACIOUS FEAR. 1 I was a grovelling creature once, And basely cleaved to earth; I wanted spirit to renounce |