Engine against th' Almightie, finner's towre, Softneffe, and peace, and joy, and love, and bliffe, Heaven in ordinarie, man well dreft, The milkie way, the bird of Paradise. Church-bells beyond the ftars heard, the foul's blood, The land of spices, something understood. GEORGE HERbert. XXXVI. PRAYER. RAYER is the foul's fincere defire, The motion of a hidden fire, That trembles in the breast. Prayer is the burthen of a figh, The upward glancing of an eye, Prayer is the fimpleft form of speech Prayer the fublimeft strains that reach Prayer is the Chriftian's vital breath, Prayer is the contrite finner's voice, The faints in prayer appear as one, Their fellowship they find. Nor prayer is made on earth alone, The Holy Spirit pleads; And Jefus on th' eternal throne For finners intercedes. O Thou by whom we come to God, JAMES MONTGOMERY. XXXVII. SAVOUR. JOME fweet favour of Thy favour XXXVIII. MERCIES. JENDER mercies on my way I will blefs the Lord for you. OME, Brethren, let us go! The evening closeth round; 'Tis perilous to linger here On this wild defert ground. Come towards eternity. Prefs on from ftrength to ftrength, Nor dread your journey's toils nor length, For good its end fhall be. Come, wander on with joy, The hour that frees us from the flesh A little truth and love, A little courage yet, More free from earth, more apt to set Your hopes on things above. For this all things we dare,— "Tis worth the risk I trow,Renouncing all that clogs our course, Or weighs us down below. O world, thou art too small, Whither Chrift guides us ever nigher, Where God is all in all. Friend of our perfect choice, Thou Joy of all that live, Being that know'ft not chance or change, What courage doft Thou give! All beauty, Lord, we fee, All blifs and life and love, In Him in whom we live and move, And we are glad in Thee. TERSTEEGEN, 1731. |