368 L. M. WATTS. Nothing on Earth to satisfy the Desires of the Mind. 1 I SEND the joys of earth away; Away, ye tempters of the mind, 2 There's nothing round this spacious earth 3 Now to the shining realms above I stretch my hands and glance mine eyes; O for the pinions of a dove To bear me to the upper skies! 4 There, from the bosom of my God, WATTS. 369 L. M. No Rest on Earth. 1 MAN has a soul of vast desires; 2 In vain on earth we hope to find 3 So, when a raging fever burns, To change the place, but keep the pain. 4 Great God, subdue this vicious thirst, Cure the vile fever of the mind, 370 C. M. MRS. STEELE. God our Portion. Ps. 4. 1 IN vain the erring world inquires Whilst earth confines their low desires, 2 Not all the good which earth bestows Its highest joys have mingled woes, 3 Begone, ye gilded vanities; 4 To thee, my God, my soul aspires; 296 371 C. M. WATTS. God my only Happiness. Ps. 73. 1 MY God, my Portion, and my Love, I've none but thee in heaven above, 2 In vain the bright, the burning sun 'Tis thy sweet beams create my noon; If thou withdraw, 'tis night. 3 And whilst, upon my restless bed, If my Redeemer shows his head, 4 To thee we owe our wealth and friends, And health and safe abode ; Thanks to thy name for meaner things, 5 Were I possessor of the earth, 6 Let others stretch their arms like seas, 297 372 L. M. WATTS. God the Source of Joy here and hereafter. 1 LORD, when I quit this earthly stage, 2 I cannot live contented here Without some glimpses of tny face; And heaven, without thy presence there, Will be a dark and tiresome place. 3 When earthly cares engross the day, And hold my thoughts aside from thee, The shining hours of cheerful light Are long and tedious years to me. 4 And if no evening visit's paid Between my Savior and my soul, How dull the night! how sad the shade! How mournfully the minutes roll! 373 C. M. Retirement. COWPER. 1 FAR from the world, O Lord, I flee, From scenes where Satan wages still 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, 3 There, if thy Spirit touch the soul, O, with what peace, and joy, and love, 4 There, like the nightingale, she pours Nor asks a witness of her song, 5 Author and Guardian of my life! And, all harmonious names in one, 6 What thanks I owe thee, and what love,— A boundless, endless store, Shall echo through the realms above, 374 C. M. Secret Prayer. Doddridge. 1 FATHER divine, thy piercing eye 2 There shall that piercing eye survey 3 0, may thy own celestial fire While my warm vows to thee aspire, |