Oh, the vain conceit of man, Dreaming of a good his own, Though the Lord is good alone! He, the graces Thou hast wrought, Makes subservient to his pride; Ignorant, that one such thought Passes all his sin beside. Such his fully-prov'd, at last, 'Tis by this reproof severe, And by this reproof alone, His defects at last appear, Man is to himseif made known. Learn, all Earth! that feeble Man, Sprung from this terrestial clod, Nothing is, and nothing can; Life, and pow'r, are all in God. LOVE INCREASED BY SUFFERING. Vol. 3. Cantique 98. "I love the Lord," is still the strain But I reply your thoughts are vain, Before the power of Love divine Creation fades away; Till only God is seen to shine In all that we survey. In gulphs of awful night we find The God of our desires; 'Tis there he stamps the yielding mind, And doubles all its fires. Flames of encircling Love invest, And pierce it sweetly through; 'Tis fill'd with sacred joy, yet press'd With sacred sorrow too. Ah Love my heart is in the right- To thee, its ever new delight, Fresh causes of distress occur, Nor exile 1, nor prison fear; Love makes my courage great; I find a Saviour ev'ry where, Nor castle walls, nor dungeons deep, Exclude his quick'ning beams; There I can sit, and sing, and weep, And dwell on heav'nly themes. There, sorrow, for his sake, is found A joy beyond compare ; There, no presumptuous thoughts abound, No pride can enter there. A Saviour doubles all my joys, His strength in my defence employs, I fear no ill, resent no wrong; Nor feel a passion move, When malice whets her sland'rous tongue; Such patience is in Love, SCENES FAVOURABLE TO MEDITATION. Vol. 4. Cantique 83. WILDS horrid and dark with o'ershadowing trees, Rocks that ivy and briars infold, Scenes nature with dread and astonishment sees, But I with a pleasure untold. Though awfully silent, and shaggy, and rude, I am sick of thy splendor, O fountain of day, |