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Dear Sovereign, break these fetters off,
And set our spirits free ; God in himself is bliss enough,
For we have all in thee.
DESIRING TO LOVE CARIST.
COME, let me love: or is my mind
Harden'd to stone, or froze to ice ? I see the blessed Fair One bend
And stoop to embrace me from the skies !
0! 'tis a thought would melt a rock,
And make a heart of iron move,
Should seek and wish a mortal love!
I was a traitor doom'd to fire,
Bound to sustain eternal pains ; He flew on wings of strong desire,
Assum'd my guilt, and took my chains.
Infinite Grace! Almighty Charms !
Stand in amaze, ye whirling skies, Jesus the God, with naked arms,
Hangs on a cross of love, and dies,
Did pity ever stoop so low,
Dress'd in divinity and blood ? Was ever rebel courted so
In groans of an expiring God?
Again he lives, and spreads his hands,
Hands that were nail'd to torturing smart; By these dear wounds, says he ; and stands
And prays to clasp me to his heart.
Sure I must love; or are my ears
Still deaf, nor will my passions move? Then let me melt this heart to tears ;
This heart shall yield to death or love.
HEART GIVEN AWAY.
If there are passions in my soul,
(And passions sure there be) Now they are all at thy control,
My Jesus, all for thee.
If love, that pleasing power, can rest
In hearts so hard as mine,
For all my love is thine.
Let the gay world, with treacherous art,
Allure my eyes in vain :
Ne'er to return again.
I feel my warmest passions dead
To all that earth can boast; This soul of mine was never made
For vanity and lust.
Now I can fix my thoughts above,
Amidst their flattering charms, Till the dear Lord that hath my love
Shall call me to his arms.
So Gabriel at his King's command,
From yon celestial hill,
His soul points upward still
He glides along by mortal things,
Without a thought of love,
To reach the realms above.
MEDITATION IN A GROVE
SWEET Muse, descend and bless the shade,
And bless the evening grove; Business, and noise, and day are fled,
And every care, but love.
But hence, ye wanton young and fair,
Mine is a purer flame ;
With her unhallow'd name.
Jesus has all my powers possessid,
My hopes, my fears, my joys :
Suall still command my voice.
Some of the fairest choirs above
Shall flock around my song,
Sound from a mortal tongue,
His charms shall make my numbers flow,
And hold the falling floods, While silence sits on every bough,
And bends the listening woods.
I'll carve our passion on the bark,
And every wounded tree
That Jesus died for me.
The swains shall wonder when they read,
Inscrib'd on all the grove,
To win a mortal's love.
FAIREST AND THE ONLY BELOVED.
Honour to that diviner ray
That first allur'd my eyes away
Die at the morning-star.
Whatever speaks the Godhead great,
And fit to be ador'd,
Harmonious in my Lord.
And bloom upon his face; A thousand arrows from his eyes Shoot through my heart with dear surprise, And guard around the place.
All nature's art shall never care
The heavenly pains I found,
To make another wound:
But charms so much divine
And Jesus must be mine.
In vain the envious shades of night,
Or flatteries of the day,
Or tempt my soul away ;
And knows not to depart:
Still finds him at my heart.