"MY BELOVED IS MINE, AND I AM HIS."
ONG did I toil, and knew no earthly reft; Far did I rove, and knew no certain home; At laft I sought them in His fheltering breast, Who opes his arms, and bids the weary come. With him I found a home, a rest divine; And I fince then am His, and he is mine.
Yes, He is mine! and nought of earthly things,
Not all the charms of pleasure, wealth, or power,
The fame of heroes, or the pomp of kings,
Could tempt me to forego his love an hour.
Go, worthless world, I cry, with all that's thine!
Go! I my Saviour's am, and he is mine.
The good I have is from His ftores supplied;
The ill is only what he deems the best.
He for my friend, I'm rich with nought befide;
And poor without him, though of ail poffeff❜d.
Changes may come - I take, or I refign-
Content while I am His, while he is mine.
Whate'er may change, in Him no change is seen, A glorious Sun, that wanes not, nor declines; Above the clouds and ftorms he walks serene, And sweetly on his people's darkness fhines,
All may depart-I fret not nor repine,
While I my Saviour's am, while he is mine.
He stays me falling; lifts me up when down;
Reclaims me wandering; guards from every foe;
Plants on my worthless brow the victor's crown;
Which, in return, before his feet I throw,
Grieved that I cannot better grace his fhrine
Who deigns to own me His, as he is mine.
While here, alas! I know but half his love,
But half discern him, and but half adore;
But when I meet him in the realms above,
I hope to love him better, praise him more,
And feel, and tell, amid the choir divine,
How fully I am His, and he is mine!
JOURNEY through a desert drear and wild, Yet is my heart by such sweet thoughts beguiled Of Him on whom I lean, my ftrength, my stay, I can forget the sorrows of the way.
Thoughts of His love-the root of every grace,
Which finds in this poor heart a dwelling-place;
The sunshine of my soul, than day more bright,
And my calm pillow of repose by night.
Thoughts of His sojourn in this vale of tears-
The tale of love unfolded in those years
Of finlefs suffering, and patient grace,
I love again, and yet again to trace.
Thoughts of His glory-on the cross I gaze,
And there behold its sad, yet healing rays;
Beacon of hope, which lifted up on high,
Illumes with heav'nly light the tear-dimm'd eye.
Thoughts of His coming for that joyful day
In patient hope I watch, and wait, and pray;
The dawn draws nigh, the midnight fhadows flee,
Oh what a sunrise will that advent be!
Thus while I journey on, my Lord to meet,
My thoughts and meditations are so sweet,
Of Him on whom I lean, my ftrength, my ftay,
I can forget the sorrows of the way.
TAND but your ground, your ghoftly foes will Ay –
Hell trembles at a heaven-directed eye;
Choose rather to defend than to affail
Self-confidence will in the conflict fail:
When you are challenged, you may dangers meet-
True courage is a fixed, not sudden heat;
Is always humble, lives in self-diftruft,
And will itself into no danger thrust.
Devote yourself to God, and you will find
God fights the battles of a will refigned.
Love Jesus! Love will no base fear endure
Love Jesus! and of conquest rest secure.
"Suffer'd by the morning ftar!"
SEE
NEE the Day-Spring from afar,
Hafte; to Him who sends the light,
Hallow the remains of night.
Souls, put on your glorious drefs,
Waking into righteousness;
Clothed with Chrift aspire to shine,
Radiance he of light divine;
Beam of the eternal beam,
He in God, and God in him!
Strive we him in us to see,
Transcript of the Deity.
Burst we then the bands of death,
Rais'd by his all-quick'ning breath;
Long we to be loos'd from earth,
Struggle into second birth.
Spent at length in nature's night;
Christ attends to give us light,
Christ attends himself to give;
God we now may see, and live.
Tho' the outward man decay,
Form'd within us day by day,
Still the inner man we view,
Chrift creating all things new.
Thou the life, the truth, the way,
Suffer us no more to ftray:
Give us Lord, and ever give,
Thee to know, in thee to live.
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