I am content with what I have, And, Lord, contentment ftill I crave, Because thou faveft fuch. Fulness to fuch a burden is, That go on pilgrimage; Here little, and hereafter blifs, Is beft for age to age. BUNYAN. XXXIX. HUMILITY. HE bird that foars on higheft wing, Builds on the ground her lowly neft; In lark and nightingale we fee When Mary chofe "the better part," Was made for God's own temple meet. Faireft and beft adorned is fhe Whose clothing is humility. The faint that wears the brightest crown, In deepest adoration bends; The weight of glory bows him down Then moft when moft his foul ascends; Neareft the throne itself must be The footstool of humility. JAMES MONTGOMERY. XL. FAITH AND NATURE. -'twas Nature wept, but E wept Can pierce beyond the gloom of death, We miss thee here, yet Faith would rather, That but hears farewell and fighs - Nature mourns a cruel blow Faith affures it is not fo; Nature never fees thee more - Nature tells a difmal story Faith has vifions full of glory; Nature views the change with fadness- That sees harfhness-This fees love; Oh! let Faith victorious be Let it reign triumphantly! But thou art gone! not loft, but flown, Back-and leave the Lamb who feeds thee? I would not afk thee, if I could; XLI. THE DEAF AND DUMB. OW the bright fpring comes forth to clothe the trees, And her foft-fighing whispers in the breeze; The liquid warblings, from a thousand throats, Pour on the perfumed air their richest notes; The gush of many ftreams comes o'er the foul, But the deaf hear them not! It is a Sabbath morn; and many feet Haften, thro' funny paths, their God to meet And send their hearts up with the anthem's swell,— Amid a bufy world they are alone, And to no kindred heart can make their moan; But there was One, who in His inmoft foul, No longer desolate, for He is nigh. Oh! pitying heart, that like thy Lord can figh, A day will come, when on the closed ear |