Now, foolish thought, go on, Spin out thy thread, and make thereof a coat Now love and truth will end in man. COME, THE CALL. my Way, my Truth, my Life: Such a Way as gives us breath : Such a Truth as ends all strife: Such a Life as killeth death. Come my Light, my Feast, my Strength : Such a Feast as mends in length: Such a Strength as makes his guest. Come, my Joy, my Love, my Heart: Such a Joy as none can move : CLASPING OF HANDS. LORD, Thou art mine, and I am Thine, So that again I now am mine, Since this being mine brings with it Thine, If I without Thee would be mine, I neither should be mine nor Thine. Lord, I am Thine, and Thou art mine : O be mine still! still make me Thine, PRAISE. LORD, I will mean and speak Thy praise, My busy heart shall spin it all my days; That Thou mayest yet have more. When Thou dost favour any action, All things concur to give it a perfection. That which had but two legs before, When Thou dost bless, hath twelve; one wheel doth rise To twenty then, or more. But when Thou dost on business blow, It hangs, it clogs : Not all the teams of Albion in a row Can hale or draw it out of door. Legs are but stumps, and Pharaoh's wheels but logs, Thousands of things do Thee employ This spacious globe: angels must have their joy, The winds their stint; and yet, when I did call, I have not lost one single tear; But when mine eyes * Did weep to heaven, they found a bottle there That would contain much more. But after Thou hadst slipped a drop From Thy right eye (Which there did hang like streamers near the top Of some fair church to show the sore And bloody battle which Thou once didst try), Psalm lvi. 8. Wherefore I sing. Yet since my heart, Though pressed, runs thin, O that I might some other hearts convert; And so take up at use good store; That to Thy chests there might be coming in JOSEPH'S COAT. WOUNDED I sing, tormented I endite, Thrown down, I fall into a bed and rest ; Sorrow hath changed its note: such is His will Who changeth all things as Him pleaseth best. For well He knows, if but one grief and smart Among my many had his full career, Sure it would carry with it e'en my heart, And both would run until they found a bier To linger in me, and together languish. THE PULLEY. WHEN God at first made man, Having a glass of blessings standing by, So Strength first made a way; Then Beauty flowed, then Wisdom, Honour, Pleasure: "For if I should," said He, "Bestow this jewel also on my creature, "Yet let him keep the rest, But keep them with repining restlessness: THE PRIESTHOOD. BLEST Order, which in power doth so excel, But thou art fire, sacred and hallowed fire; |