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night with a great watering light
The angel wrote, and omis. The work
Here on this bless Thanksging tight,
For as thou dost impart thy grace,
The greater shall our glorie be. The measure of our joyes is in this place,
The stuffe with thee.
Let me not languish, then, and spend
A life as barren to thy praise As is the dust, to which that life doth tend,
But with delaies.
All things are busie ; only I
Neither bring hony with the bees, Nor flowres to make that, nor the husbandrie
To water these.
I am no link of thy great chain,
But all my companie is a weed. Lord, place me in thy consort ; give one strain
To my poore reed.
THE NEW JERUSALEM.
O MOTHER dear, Jerusalem,
When shall I come to thee?
Thy joys when shall I see ?
O sweet and pleasant soil !
Nor grief, nor care, nor toil.
Nor gloom, nor darksome night;
For God himself gives light. Thy walls are made of precious stone,
Thy bulwarks diamond-square,
O God ! if I were there!
Thy joys when shall I see ? —
And thy felicity ?
POEMS OF RELIGION.
MY GOD, I LOVE THEE.
My God, I love thee! not because
I hope for heaven thereby ;
Must burn eternally.
Upon the cross embrace !
And manifold disgrace.
And griefs and torments numberless,
And sweat of agony,
That was thine enemy.
Then why, O blessed Jesus Christ,
Should I not love thee well ?
Nor of escaping hell !
Not seeking a reward ;
O everlasting Lord !
E'en so I love thee, and will lore,
And in thy praise will sing,
of EDWARD CASWELL.
IF as a flowre doth spread and die,
Thou wouldst extend me to some good,
Nipt in the bud,
But the extension and the room
At thy great doom.
Thy gardens and thy goodly walks
Continually are green, Where grow such sweet and pleasant flowers
As nowhere else are seen.
Quite through the streets with pleasing sound
The flood of life doth flow ; And on the banks, on every side,
The trees of life do grow.
These trees each month yield ripened fruit ;
Forevermore they spring,
To thee their honors bring.
Jerusalem, God's dwelling-place
Full sore I long to see ; O that my sorrows had an end,
That I might dwell in thee !
I long to see Jerusalem,
The comfort of us all ; For thou art fair and beautiful, –
None ill can thee befall.
No candle needs, no moon to shine,
No glittering star to light; For Christ the King of Righteousness
Forever shineth bright.
DARKNESS IS THINNING.
DARKNESS is thinning; shadows are retreating;
God the Almighty !
Glory hereafter !
This of his mercy, ever-blesséd Godhead,
Blessing and glory!
of J. M. NEALE.
I LOVE, AND HAVE SOME CAUSE
I LOVE, and have some cause to love, the earth,
She is my Maker's creature, therefore good;
She is my tender nurse, she gives me food :
My drooping soul, and to new sweets invite me;
0, passing happy were my state,
Might I be worthy found
His praises there to sound !
Jerusalem! Jerusalem !
Thy joys fain would I see ;
DROP, DROP, SLOW TEARS.
I love the sea,
she is my fellow-creature,
She wafts my treasure from a foreign shore :
What is the ocean or her wealth to me!
Whose spangled suburbs entertain mine eye, –
Transcends the crystal pavement of the sky:
DROP, drop, slow tears,
And bathe those beauteous feet
The news and prince of peace !
His mercies to entreat ;
Sin doth never cease ;
Drown all my faults and fears ;
See sin but through my tears.
Without thy presence, earth gives no refection,
Without thy presence, sea affords no treasure ; Without thy presence, air 's a rank infectien; Without thy presence, heaven 's itsef no