Quiet Lord, my froward heart, What thou shalt to-day provide, 'Tis enough that thou wilt care, As a little child relies On a care beyond his own; Knows he's neither strong nor wise; Let me thus with thee abide, Thus preserv'd from Satan's wiles, HONEYSUCKLE: OR, POETICAL SWEETS THAT NEVER CLOY. Original and Selected. LONDON: WILLIAM DARTON AND SON, HOLBORN HILL. THE HONEYSUCKLE, &c. Children coming to Christ, As infants once to Christ were brought, For when their feeble hands were spread, Though now he is not here below, But on his heav'nly hill; To him may little children go, And seek a blessing still. |