Church poetry : or, Christian thoughts in old and modern verse . ewy rain descends, and now Brisk showers the welkin shroud ; I care not, though with angry browFrowns the red thunder-cloud ; Let hail-storm pelt, and lightning harm, lis Natures work and has its charm. Ah ! lovely Nature ! others dwellFull favoured in thy court; I of thy smiles but hear them tell,And feed on their report ; Catching what glimpse an Ulcombe yields To strangers loitering in her fields. I go where form has neer unbentThe sameness of its sway ; Where iron rule, stern precedent,Mistreat the graceful day ; To pine as p
Church poetry : or, Christian thoughts in old and modern verse . ewy rain descends, and now Brisk showers the welkin shroud ; I care not, though with angry browFrowns the red thunder-cloud ; Let hail-storm pelt, and lightning harm, lis Natures work and has its charm. Ah ! lovely Nature ! others dwellFull favoured in thy court; I of thy smiles but hear them tell,And feed on their report ; Catching what glimpse an Ulcombe yields To strangers loitering in her fields. I go where form has neer unbentThe sameness of its sway ; Where iron rule, stern precedent,Mistreat the graceful day ; To pine as prisoner in his cell, And yet be thought to love it well. PROVIDENCE AND PROBATION. 35 Yet so His high dispose has set,Who binds on each his part; Though absent, I may cherish yetAn Ulcombe of the heart; Calm verdant hope divinely given, And suns of peace and scenes of heaven ;- —A soul prepared His will to meet, Full fixed His work to do ;Not laboured into sudden heat, But inly born anew.—So living Nature, not dull Art,Shall plan my ways and rule my 36 PROVIDENCE AND PROBATION. DEPENDENCE. Hickes Devotions. Fain would my thoughts fly up to Thee, Thy peace, sweet Lord, to find,But when I offer, still the world Lays clogs upon my mind. Sometimes I climb a little way, And thence look down below ;How nothing there do all things seem, That here make such a show. Then round about I turn my eyes, To feast my hungry sight;I meet with Heaven in every thing, In every thing, delight. I see Thy wisdom ruling all, And it with joy admire ;I see myself among such hopes, As set my heart on fire. PROVIDENCE AND PROBATION. 37 When I have thus triumphd awhile, And think to build my nest;Some cross conceit comes fluttering by, And intercepts my rest. Then to the earth again I fall, And from the dust I cry,Twas not my wing, O Lord, but Thine, That mounted me so high. And now, my God, whether I rise, Or still lie down in dust;Both I submit to Thy blest will, And both on Thee I trust. Gui
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