The book of sacred song . n Cannot for less be told. Herbert. O THE DEPTH OF THE RICHES ! 7Z& WEETEST Saviour, if my soulWere but worth the having,Quickly should I then controlAny thought of when all my care and painsCannot give the name of gainsTo Thy wretch so full of stains,What delight or hope remains ? What, child, is the balance thine rThine the poise and measure ? If I say thou shalt be mine,Finder not mv treasure. 14 THE BOOK OF SACRED SONG. What the gains in having theeDoth amount to, only HeWho for man was sold, can see:That transferred the account to me/ But as I can see
The book of sacred song . n Cannot for less be told. Herbert. O THE DEPTH OF THE RICHES ! 7Z& WEETEST Saviour, if my soulWere but worth the having,Quickly should I then controlAny thought of when all my care and painsCannot give the name of gainsTo Thy wretch so full of stains,What delight or hope remains ? What, child, is the balance thine rThine the poise and measure ? If I say thou shalt be mine,Finder not mv treasure. 14 THE BOOK OF SACRED SONG. What the gains in having theeDoth amount to, only HeWho for man was sold, can see:That transferred the account to me/ But as I can see no merit Leading to this favour,So the way to fit me for it Is beyond my the reason then is Thine,So the way is none of mine ;I disclaim the whole design;Sin disclaims, and I resign. That is all, if that I could Get without repining,And my clay, my creature would Follow my designing;That as I did freely partWith my glory and desert,Left all joys to feel all smart Ah ! no more: thou breakst my heart! ELIZABETHAN: STUART. T^ THE EYE IS NOT SATISFIED WITH SEEING ;NOR THE EAR WITH HEARING. j[HEN God at first made man,Having a glass of blessing standing by;Let us, said He, pour on him all we can:Let the worlds riches, which dispersed lie,Contract into a span. So strength first made a way :Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honour, plea-sure :When almost all wras out, God made a stay,Perceiving that alone, of all His treasure, Rest, in the bottom lay. For if I should, said He,Bestow this jewel also on my creature,He would adore my gifts instead of me,And rest in nature, not the God of nature : So both should losers be. Yet let him keep the rest, But keep them with repining restlessness : Let him be rich, and weary, that at least, If goodness lead him not, yet weariness May toss him to my breast. Herbert. 16 THE BOOK OF SACRED SONG. EPIPHANY. REAT, without controversy great,Thev that do know it will confessThe mystery of godliness, Whereof the Gospel doth intreat. Go
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