GOD. "Whom have I in heaven but thee? and there is none upon earth that I defire befide thee." Psalm 73: 25. I LOVE (and have some cause to love) the earth; She is my Maker's creature, therefore good: She is my mother, for fhe gave me birth; She is my tender nurse; she gives me food: But what's a creature, Lord, compar'd with thee? I love the air; her dainty sweets refresh But what's the air, or all the sweets, that she I love the sea; fhe is my fellow-creature, But, Lord of oceans, when.compar'd with thee, To Heaven's high city I direct my journey, But what is Heav'n, great God, compar'd to thee? Without thy presence, earth gives no refection ; What's earth, or sea, or air, or Heaven, to me? N all extremes, Lord, thou art ftill IN The mount whereto my hopes do flee; O make my soul deteft all ill, Because so much abhorred by thee: Shall mountain, desert, beast, and tree, And fhall that voice not startle me, Nor ftir this ftone-this heart of mine? No, Lord, till thou new-bore mine ear, Thy voice is loft, I cannot hear. Fountain of light, and living breath, Whose mercies never fail nor fade, Fill me with life that hath no death, Fill me with light that hath no shade; Appoint the remnant of my days To see thy power, and fing thy praise. Lord, God of gods, before whose throne When all the world belongs to thee? O Thou who fittest in heaven, and seest My deeds without, my thoughts within, Be thou my prince, be thou my priest,Command my soul, and cure my fin: How bitter my afflictions be I care not, so I rise to Thee. What I poffefs, or what I crave, Brings no content, great God, to me, If what I would or what I have Be not poffeffed and bleffed in Thee: What I enjoy, oh, make it mine, When winter-fortunes cloud the brows Of summer-friends,- when eyes grow ftrange, When plighted faith forgets its vows, When earth and all things in it change, O Lord, thy mercies fail me never, When once Thou loveft, Thou loveft forever. John Quarles, son of Francis, died in 1665. U PSALM CXXI. 'P to those bright and gladsome hills, He is alone my help and hope, The glorious God is my sole stay, The cold by night, the heat by day, He keeps me from the spite of foes: Whether abroad amidst the crowd, He is my pillar and my cloud, Now and forevermore. Henry Vaughan. PSALM CXLVIII. NOME, oh! come, with sacred lays, COME Let us sound the Almighty's praise; Hither bring in true consent, Heart, and voice, and inftrument. Let the orpharion sweet, With the harp and viol meet : |