. Emblems, divine and moral : The school of the heart; and Hieroglyphics of the life of man . thy seed. Thy word is seed. And manure too : will well as fill mine heart. If once it were Well rooted there,It would come on apace : O then neglect No time : expect No better , now thy field, mine heart, is ready : reason Surrenders now : THE HEART. 323 Now my rebellious will begins to bow,And mine affections areTamer by far. Lord, I have lain Barren too long, and fainI would redeem the time, that I may be Fruitful to thee jFruitful in knowledge, faith, obedience. Ere I go hence : T
. Emblems, divine and moral : The school of the heart; and Hieroglyphics of the life of man . thy seed. Thy word is seed. And manure too : will well as fill mine heart. If once it were Well rooted there,It would come on apace : O then neglect No time : expect No better , now thy field, mine heart, is ready : reason Surrenders now : THE HEART. 323 Now my rebellious will begins to bow,And mine affections areTamer by far. Lord, I have lain Barren too long, and fainI would redeem the time, that I may be Fruitful to thee jFruitful in knowledge, faith, obedience. Ere I go hence : That when I comeAt harvest to be reaped, and brought home, Thine angels mayMy soul in thy celestial garner lay, Where perfect joy and blissEternal is. If to entreat A crop of purest wheat,i\ blessing too transcendent should appear For me to , make me what thou wilt, so thou wilt take What thou dost make. And not disdainTo house me, though among thy coarsest grain ; So I may beLaid with the gleanings gathered by thee. When the full sheaves are spent,I am content. 3^4 THE SCHOOL OF. My heart toward Heavn is open ; let thy showersGently distil, and aid the springing flowers. ISAIAH XXVII. 3. / the Lord do keep it: I will water it every 29. CLOSE downwards towards the earth, open aboveTowards Heavn, mine heart is. O let thy loveDistil in fructifying dews of grace,And then mine heart will be a pleasant place. ODE XXIX. See how this dry and thirsty heart, doth gaping, gasping stand, THE HEAET. 325 And, close below, opens towards Heavn and thee j Thou Fountain of felicity,Great Lord of living waters, water me : Let not my breath, that pants with pain, Waste and consume itself in vain. The mists, that from the earth do rise, An heavn-born heart will not suffice :Cool it without they may, but cannot quench The scalding heat within, nor drenchIts dusty dry desires, or fill one trench. Nothing, but what comes from on high. Can heavn-bred longings satisfy. Se
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