COLLECTED POEMS.GRACE.Come, free-given grace! source of all lasting peace;My care-worn heart has wanted thee full long;The charms of earthly joys and pleasures cease,And fain I'd stray thy tranquil paths among,Where withered weeds and noxious odours strongCome not, as here I find them rankly meet;Give me thy pleasant ways and thy contentments sweet!Contentments sweet are ever with thee still;In the lone valley, where the streamlet flows,On distant mountain, on the heath-clad hill,Where springs the daisy, or where blooms the rose,Even in the desert where no green thing grows;'Mid trials of this world, whate'er they be,Still peace, and joy, and truth accompany with thee.With thee there is no darkness; thou dost showThe Sun of Glory shining in His might;With thee there is no sadness; thou dost goInto the grief-broke heart, and with the lightOf heavenly love mak'st it serene and bright;Ah! who that can thy blessings call his own,Would deem himself, with thee, forsaken or alone?Alone! no, never! Jesus still is near;Friendless we cannot be with Him our friend—Our counsellor—although deserted hereBy all who to that cherished name pretend—His friendship, like Himself, shall have no end;And for our solace freely is bestowed,Trusting in Him while here, the bounteous grace of God!The grace of God softens the hardened heart.And makes it oft in gushing joy to sing;As rod of Moses caused the rock to part,And made the living waters forth to spring;The grace of God serenest pleasures bring,And leads the mind from carnal thoughts awayInto retirements sweet, in solitude to pray.To pray!—blest privilege! For evermoreTo pray and praise, and lift the soul aboveThis sordid earth, and, as a lark doth soar,Ascend into the realms of truth and love,Whence once the Spirit came in form of dove!Thither, oh! thither would it wing its flight—For ever "take its rest," there where there comes no night!
COLLECTED POEMS.
Come, free-given grace! source of all lasting peace;My care-worn heart has wanted thee full long;The charms of earthly joys and pleasures cease,And fain I'd stray thy tranquil paths among,Where withered weeds and noxious odours strongCome not, as here I find them rankly meet;Give me thy pleasant ways and thy contentments sweet!Contentments sweet are ever with thee still;In the lone valley, where the streamlet flows,On distant mountain, on the heath-clad hill,Where springs the daisy, or where blooms the rose,Even in the desert where no green thing grows;'Mid trials of this world, whate'er they be,Still peace, and joy, and truth accompany with thee.With thee there is no darkness; thou dost showThe Sun of Glory shining in His might;With thee there is no sadness; thou dost goInto the grief-broke heart, and with the lightOf heavenly love mak'st it serene and bright;Ah! who that can thy blessings call his own,Would deem himself, with thee, forsaken or alone?Alone! no, never! Jesus still is near;Friendless we cannot be with Him our friend—Our counsellor—although deserted hereBy all who to that cherished name pretend—His friendship, like Himself, shall have no end;And for our solace freely is bestowed,Trusting in Him while here, the bounteous grace of God!The grace of God softens the hardened heart.And makes it oft in gushing joy to sing;As rod of Moses caused the rock to part,And made the living waters forth to spring;The grace of God serenest pleasures bring,And leads the mind from carnal thoughts awayInto retirements sweet, in solitude to pray.To pray!—blest privilege! For evermoreTo pray and praise, and lift the soul aboveThis sordid earth, and, as a lark doth soar,Ascend into the realms of truth and love,Whence once the Spirit came in form of dove!Thither, oh! thither would it wing its flight—For ever "take its rest," there where there comes no night!
Come, free-given grace! source of all lasting peace;My care-worn heart has wanted thee full long;The charms of earthly joys and pleasures cease,And fain I'd stray thy tranquil paths among,Where withered weeds and noxious odours strongCome not, as here I find them rankly meet;Give me thy pleasant ways and thy contentments sweet!Contentments sweet are ever with thee still;In the lone valley, where the streamlet flows,On distant mountain, on the heath-clad hill,Where springs the daisy, or where blooms the rose,Even in the desert where no green thing grows;'Mid trials of this world, whate'er they be,Still peace, and joy, and truth accompany with thee.With thee there is no darkness; thou dost showThe Sun of Glory shining in His might;With thee there is no sadness; thou dost goInto the grief-broke heart, and with the lightOf heavenly love mak'st it serene and bright;Ah! who that can thy blessings call his own,Would deem himself, with thee, forsaken or alone?Alone! no, never! Jesus still is near;Friendless we cannot be with Him our friend—Our counsellor—although deserted hereBy all who to that cherished name pretend—His friendship, like Himself, shall have no end;And for our solace freely is bestowed,Trusting in Him while here, the bounteous grace of God!The grace of God softens the hardened heart.And makes it oft in gushing joy to sing;As rod of Moses caused the rock to part,And made the living waters forth to spring;The grace of God serenest pleasures bring,And leads the mind from carnal thoughts awayInto retirements sweet, in solitude to pray.To pray!—blest privilege! For evermoreTo pray and praise, and lift the soul aboveThis sordid earth, and, as a lark doth soar,Ascend into the realms of truth and love,Whence once the Spirit came in form of dove!Thither, oh! thither would it wing its flight—For ever "take its rest," there where there comes no night!
Come, free-given grace! source of all lasting peace;My care-worn heart has wanted thee full long;The charms of earthly joys and pleasures cease,And fain I'd stray thy tranquil paths among,Where withered weeds and noxious odours strongCome not, as here I find them rankly meet;Give me thy pleasant ways and thy contentments sweet!
Come, free-given grace! source of all lasting peace;
My care-worn heart has wanted thee full long;
The charms of earthly joys and pleasures cease,
And fain I'd stray thy tranquil paths among,
Where withered weeds and noxious odours strong
Come not, as here I find them rankly meet;
Give me thy pleasant ways and thy contentments sweet!
Contentments sweet are ever with thee still;In the lone valley, where the streamlet flows,On distant mountain, on the heath-clad hill,Where springs the daisy, or where blooms the rose,Even in the desert where no green thing grows;'Mid trials of this world, whate'er they be,Still peace, and joy, and truth accompany with thee.
Contentments sweet are ever with thee still;
In the lone valley, where the streamlet flows,
On distant mountain, on the heath-clad hill,
Where springs the daisy, or where blooms the rose,
Even in the desert where no green thing grows;
'Mid trials of this world, whate'er they be,
Still peace, and joy, and truth accompany with thee.
With thee there is no darkness; thou dost showThe Sun of Glory shining in His might;With thee there is no sadness; thou dost goInto the grief-broke heart, and with the lightOf heavenly love mak'st it serene and bright;Ah! who that can thy blessings call his own,Would deem himself, with thee, forsaken or alone?
With thee there is no darkness; thou dost show
The Sun of Glory shining in His might;
With thee there is no sadness; thou dost go
Into the grief-broke heart, and with the light
Of heavenly love mak'st it serene and bright;
Ah! who that can thy blessings call his own,
Would deem himself, with thee, forsaken or alone?
Alone! no, never! Jesus still is near;Friendless we cannot be with Him our friend—Our counsellor—although deserted hereBy all who to that cherished name pretend—His friendship, like Himself, shall have no end;And for our solace freely is bestowed,Trusting in Him while here, the bounteous grace of God!
Alone! no, never! Jesus still is near;
Friendless we cannot be with Him our friend—
Our counsellor—although deserted here
By all who to that cherished name pretend—
His friendship, like Himself, shall have no end;
And for our solace freely is bestowed,
Trusting in Him while here, the bounteous grace of God!
The grace of God softens the hardened heart.And makes it oft in gushing joy to sing;As rod of Moses caused the rock to part,And made the living waters forth to spring;The grace of God serenest pleasures bring,And leads the mind from carnal thoughts awayInto retirements sweet, in solitude to pray.
The grace of God softens the hardened heart.
And makes it oft in gushing joy to sing;
As rod of Moses caused the rock to part,
And made the living waters forth to spring;
The grace of God serenest pleasures bring,
And leads the mind from carnal thoughts away
Into retirements sweet, in solitude to pray.
To pray!—blest privilege! For evermoreTo pray and praise, and lift the soul aboveThis sordid earth, and, as a lark doth soar,Ascend into the realms of truth and love,Whence once the Spirit came in form of dove!Thither, oh! thither would it wing its flight—For ever "take its rest," there where there comes no night!
To pray!—blest privilege! For evermore
To pray and praise, and lift the soul above
This sordid earth, and, as a lark doth soar,
Ascend into the realms of truth and love,
Whence once the Spirit came in form of dove!
Thither, oh! thither would it wing its flight—
For ever "take its rest," there where there comes no night!