. The school of the heart : or, The heart of itself gone away from God, brought back again to him, and instructed by him . s, until the sense of shameMakes me contemn my self-dishonourd name. 6. One moments mirth Would make me run stark mad,And the whole earth,Could it at once be had,Would not suffice my greedy appetite,Didst thou not pain instead of pleasure write. Lord, 52 THE SCHOOL OF THE HEART. 7. Lord, it is well I was in time brought down,Else thou canst tell, Mine heart would soon have flownFull in thy face, and study to requiteThe riches of thy goodness with despite. 8- Slack not thin
. The school of the heart : or, The heart of itself gone away from God, brought back again to him, and instructed by him . s, until the sense of shameMakes me contemn my self-dishonourd name. 6. One moments mirth Would make me run stark mad,And the whole earth,Could it at once be had,Would not suffice my greedy appetite,Didst thou not pain instead of pleasure write. Lord, 52 THE SCHOOL OF THE HEART. 7. Lord, it is well I was in time brought down,Else thou canst tell, Mine heart would soon have flownFull in thy face, and study to requiteThe riches of thy goodness with despite. 8- Slack not thine hand, Lord turn thy screw about :If thy press stand, Mine heart may chance slip ques(+ it unto nothing, rather thanIt should forget itself, and swell again. 9. Or if thou art Disposed to let it go,Lord, teach mine heartTo lay itself as lowAs thou canst it: that prosperityMay still be temperd with humility. 10. Thy way to rise, Was to descend; let meMyself despise, And so ascend with thee,Thou throwst them down that lift themselves on high,And raisest them that on the ground do lie. $ Quest; i. e. squeeze. The. COPO)IS EMOLLITIO. Cp7iM?rmor<jfafiak,l)etu, ecu Cera tu/itescef,IWre cum tuus hoc repent hjnis .Amor. The S O FTEXIN G of the Icy. JfarMe ffeart Hit Mac uittmefr,Sovn i/.i- Ificfiri cf hettrenfi-Lcve is felt. THE SCHOOL OF THE HEART. 5J The Softening of the Heart. Job xxiii. viaheth my heart soft. Epig. 16. T^TINE heart is like a marble ice, Both cold and hard : but thou canst in a triceMelt it like wax, great God, if from aboveThou kindle in it once thy fire of love. ODE XVI. Nay, blessed Founder, leave me not: If out of all this grotThere can but any gold be got,The time thou dost bestow, the cost And pains will not be lost :The bargain is but hard at such are all those thou dost make with me :Thou knowst thou canst not but a loser be. 8. When the sun shines with glittring beams, His cold-dispelling gleamsTurn snow and ice to watry
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