. The school of the heart : or, The heart of itself gone away from God, brought back again to Him; and instructed by Him. With The learning of the heart; and Hieroglyphics of the life of man. . thy resplendent rays of light, When once they come in quickly thaw what froze by , in thine healing wings a powr doth to melt the hardest heart in hell. Although mine heart in hardness pass Both iron, steel, and brass,Yea, the hardest thing that ever was ;Yet if thy fire thy Spirit accord, And, working with thy word,A blessing unto it afford,It will grow liquid, and not d
. The school of the heart : or, The heart of itself gone away from God, brought back again to Him; and instructed by Him. With The learning of the heart; and Hieroglyphics of the life of man. . thy resplendent rays of light, When once they come in quickly thaw what froze by , in thine healing wings a powr doth to melt the hardest heart in hell. Although mine heart in hardness pass Both iron, steel, and brass,Yea, the hardest thing that ever was ;Yet if thy fire thy Spirit accord, And, working with thy word,A blessing unto it afford,It will grow liquid, and not drop melt itself away before thy throne. Yea, though my flinty heart be such, That the sun cannot fire sometimes affect it thy warm reeking self-shed blood, 0 Lamb of God, is so good,It cannot be aqua-regia of thy love prevails,Een where the powr of aqua-fortis fails. Then leave me not so soon, dear Lord,Though I neglect thy word, 68 THE SCHOOL OF And what thy power doth afford ; 0 try thy mercy, and thy loveThe force thereof may in thy blood, mine heart will soon surrenderIts native hardness, and grow soft and tender. THE HEART. 69. THE CLEANSING OF THE HEART. A fountain flows from Jesus wounded side,Here let thy filthy heart be purified. JER- V. 14. O Jerusalem, wash thy heart from toickedness, that thoumayest he saved. Epig. of thy wounded Husbands, Savioui^s side,Espoused soul, there flows with a full tide 70 THE SCHOOL OF A fountain for uncleanness : wash thee there, Wash there thine heart, and then thou needst not fear. ODE xvn. 0 ENDLESS misery! I labour still, but still in vain. The stains of sin I seeAre oaded all, or dyd in s not a blotWill stir a all that I can is no hopeIn fullers soap,Though I add nitre too. 1 many ways have tried,Have often soakd it in cold fears ; And, when a time I spied,Pourd upon it scalding tears : Have rinsd and rubbd. And scrapd and turnd
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