Behold the love, the gen’rous love,That holy David shows;
Now plead my cause, Almighty God,With all the sons of strife;
Come, children, learn to fear the LordAnd that your days be long,
I’ll bless the Lord from day to day;How good are all his ways!
Children, in years and knowledge young,Your parents’ hope, your parents’ joy,
Lord, I will bless thee all my days,Thy praise shall dwell upon my tongue
Blest is the nation where the LordHath fixed his gracious throne,
Rejoice, ye righteous, in the Lord,This work belongs to you;
While I keep silence, and concealMy heavy guilt within my heart,
Blest is the man, for ever blest,Whose guilt is pardoned by his God;
Happy the man to whom his GodNo more imputes his sin,
O Blessed souls are theyWhose sins are covered o’er!
My heart rejoices in thy name,My God, my help, my trust;
Unto thine hand, O God of truth,My spirit I commit;
SHE LIVED— So dying-like and frail,
Ah! where is the harp that was strung to thy praise,So oft and so sweetly in happier days?
Long may peace within this dwelling Have its resting place;
Peace be to thee, gentle boy!Many years of health and joy!
Oft as she taught the little maids of FranceTo leave the garland, catanet, and dance,
Though Baxter’s lips have long in silence hung,And death long hush’d that sinner-wakening tongue;
He tenderly binds up the broken in heart, The soul bowed down he will raise;
A grave I knowWhere earthly show
I will arise and seek my God,And, bowed down beneath my load,
Oh all ye, who pass by, whose eyes and mindTo worldly things are sharp, but to me blind;
The merry World did on a dayWith his train-bands and mates agree
When God at first made man,Having a glass of blesings standing by;
I know the ways of Learning; both the headAnd pipes that feed the press, and make it run;
Not in rich furniture, or fine array, Nor in a wedge of gold,
The harbingers are come. See, see their mark; White is their colour, and behold my head.
How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean Are thy returns! ev’n as the flowers in spring;
Teach me, my God and King,In all things Thee to see,
I struck the board, and cried, “No more!I will abroad.
A broken ALTAR, Lord, thy servant rears,Made of a heart and cemented with tears;
Philosophers have measur’d mountains, Fathom’d the depths of the seas, of states, and kings,
When first thou didst entice to thee my heart,I thought the service brave;
O day most calm, most bright The fruit of this, the next world’s bud,
Sure Lord, there is enough in thee to dry Oceans of Ink ; for, as the Deluge did
My God, where is that ancient heat towards thee, Wherewith whole showls of Martyrs once did burn,
O that I could a sin once see! We paint the devil foul, yet he
Lord, with what care hast Thou begirt us round!Parents first season us; then schoolmasters
O do not use me After my sins! look not on my dessert,
O blessed body! Whither are thou thrown? No lodging for thee, but a cold hard stone?
O Sacred Providence, who from end to endStrongly and sweetly movest! shall I write,
Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? I humbly crave, Let me once know. Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? I humbly crave, Let me once know. I sought thee in a secret cave, And ask'd, if Peace were there, A hollow wind did seem to answer, No: Go seek elsewhere. I did; and going did […]
Full of rebellion, I would die, Or fight, or travel, or deny
How soon doth man decay!When clothes are taken from a chest of sweets
I cannot ope mine eyes, But thou art ready there to catch
Hark, how the birds do sing, and woods do ring.
My God, I heard this day, That none doth build a stately habitation,
Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin.
Immortal Heat, O let thy greater flameAttract the lesser to it: let those fires
Immortal love, authour of this great frame,Sprung from that beautie which can never fade;
I made a posie, while the day ran by: Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie
Wounded I sing, tormented I indite, Thrown down I fall into a bed, and rest:
Who says that fictions only and false hairBecome a verse? Is there in truth no beauty?
Since, Lord, to theeA narrow way and little gate
As he that sees a dark and shady grove, Stays not, but looks beyond it on the sky;
My stock lies dead and no increaseDoth my dull husbandry improve:
O my chief good, How shall I measure out thy blood?
Lord, how couldst thou so much appeaseThy wrath for sin, as when man’s sight was dim,
Blest be the God of love, Who gave me eyes, and light, and power this day,
If as a flower doth spread and die, Thou wouldst extend me to some good,
Lord, Who createdst man in wealth and store,Though foolishly he lost the same,
I got me flowers to straw Thy way, I got me boughs off many a tree;
Rise, heart, thy lord is risen. Sing his praise Without delays,
Throw away Thy rod, Throw away Thy wrath;
When my devotions could not pierce Thy silent ears;
While that my soul repairs to her devotion,Here I intomb my flesh, that it betimes
Ah, my dear angry Lord,Since thou dost love, yet strike;
Mercy and judgment will I sing,I sing, O Lord, to thee!
Suffer me to come to Jesus, Mother, dear, forbid me not;
LORD, this swelling, tideless sea,Is like Thy love in Christ to me;
Behind the hills of Naphtali The sun went slowly down,
How pleasant to me thy deep blue wave, O sea of Galilee!
1838. When Israel knew not where to go, God made the fiery pillar glow; By night, by day, above the camp It led the way – their guiding lamp; Such is Thy Holy Word to me In day of dark perplexity. When devious paths before me spread, And all invite my foot to tread […]
The sun had reached his mid-day height,And poured down floods of burning light
Dark was the night, the wind was high, The way by mortals never trod; For God had made the channel dry, When faithful Moses stretched the rod. The raging waves on either hand Stood like a massy tott'ring wall, And on the heaven-defended band Refused to let the waters fall. With […]
I once was a stranger to grace and to God,I knew not my danger, and felt not my load;
Within a vineyard’s sunny boundAn ample fig tree shelter found,
I little thought when last we met,Thy sun on earth was nearly set—
Learn here, my child, how vain This world, with all its lies,
Beneath Moriah’s rocky side A gentle fountain springs,
Like mist on the mountain, Like ships on the sea,