Resign, and all the load of life Who bids us lay our burden down On His Almighty hand; Softens our duty to relief, To blessing, His command. For joy what cause? how every sense The year around with presents rich, But most o'erlook the blessings pour'd, From that, their final point of view, Sets out the nobler soul Broke loose from time's tenacious ties Who would not with an heart at ease, Bright eye, unclouded brow, Wisdom and goodness at the helm, The roughest ocean plough? Thy will is welcome, let it wear Its most tremendous form; Roar waves! rage winds! I know that Thou Canst save me by a storm. For what is Resignation? 'tis Man's weakness understood; And wisdom grasping with an hand Far stronger, every good. E. Young CLXXXV CONSCIENCE My conscience is my crown; My heart is happy in itself; Enough, I reckon wealth; That lies too high for base contempt, My wishes are but few, All easy to fulfil : I make the limits of my power I feel no care of coin; While Grace affordeth health. I wrestle not with rage, While fury's flame doth burn; It is in vain to stop the stream, Until the tide doth turn. But when the flame is out, And ebbing wrath doth end; And taught with often proof, No change of fortune's calms And when, in froward mood, Small gain I found to let her come, Less loss to let her go. R. Southwell CLXXXVI RETURN Return, O wanderer, to thy home; Thy Father calls for thee: No longer now an exile roam, In guilt and misery, Return, return! Return, O wanderer, to thy home; The Spirit and the Bride say, Come: Return, O wanderer, to thy home; There are no pardons in the tomb, And brief is mercy's day : Return, return! Thos. Hastings CLXXXVII JUST AS I AM Just as I am, without one plea But that Thy Blood was shed for me, Just as I am, and waiting not To Thee, whose Blood can cleanse each spot, Just as I am, though toss'd about Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind, O Lamb of God, I come! Just as I am, Thou wilt receive, Just as I am, (Thy Love unknown Just as I am, of that free love The breadth, length, depth, and height to prove, O Lamb of God, I come! C. Elliott CLXXXVIII ABIDE WITH ME Abide with me! fast falls the even-tide; Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word; |