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Unwise I deem them, LORD, unmeet
Our undivided hearts may lean,
And this our frail and foundering bark Glide in the narrow wake of thy beloved ark.
'Tis so in war-the champion true
He sees her glories gild afar
The dusky edge of stubborn war,
Than if th' untrodden bloodless field
The harvest of her laurels yield;
Let not my bark in calm abide,
But win her fearless way against the chafing tide.
'Tis so in love-the faithful heart
That purest spot in Fancy's heaven,
For all the gorgeous sky beside,
Though pledg'd her own and sure t' abide :
Dearer than every past noon-day
That twilight gleam to her, though faint and far away.
So have I seen some tender flower
And trust it from our sight, not needing our caress.
And wherefore is the sweet spring tide
Our tenderest care-and most of all
Our frail immortal souls, His work and Satan's thrall.
So be it, LORD; I know it best,
Though not as yet this wayward breast
Beat quite in answer to thy voice,
Yet surely I have made my choice;
I know not yet the promis'd bliss,
So doubting, rather let me die,
What is the heaven we idly dream?
A cloudless sun that softly shines,
Such as in sleep would hardly soothe
A soul that once had tasted of immortal Truth.
What is the Heaven our God bestows?
No Prophet yet, no Angel knows;
Not seraph's wing for ever soaring
That nearer still and nearer grow
To th' unapproached LORD, once made for them so low.
Unseen, unfelt their earthly growth,
And self-accus'd of sin and sloth
They live and die: their names decay,
But they shall flourish from the tomb,
The breath of GOD shall wake them into od'rous bloom.
Then on th' incarnate SAVIOUR's breast,
More deeply with his precious blood.
Hearts training in their low abode,
Daily to lose themselves in hope to find their Gov.
The invisible things of Him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things which are made. Romans i. 20.
THERE is a book, who runs may read,
Which heavenly truth imparts,
And all the lore its scholars need,
Pure eyes and Christian hearts.
The works of God above, below,
Are pages in that book, to shew
How God himself is found.
The glorious sky embracing all
Is like the Maker's love,
Wherewith encompass'd, great and small
In peace and order move.