Church poetry : or, Christian thoughts in old and modern verse . mployed ;And time unhallowed, unimproved, Presents a fearful void. Yet, holy Father ! wild despairChase from my labouring breast; Thy grace it is which prompts the prayer,That grace can do the rest. My lifes brief remnant all be Thine ! And when Thy sure decreeBids me this fleeting breath resign, Oh, speed my soul to Thee ! REPENTANCE. 113 VANITY. George Herbert. Poor silly soul, whose hope and head lies low,Whose flat delights on earth do creep and grow;To whom the stars shine not so fair as eyes,Nor solid work, as false embroid
Church poetry : or, Christian thoughts in old and modern verse . mployed ;And time unhallowed, unimproved, Presents a fearful void. Yet, holy Father ! wild despairChase from my labouring breast; Thy grace it is which prompts the prayer,That grace can do the rest. My lifes brief remnant all be Thine ! And when Thy sure decreeBids me this fleeting breath resign, Oh, speed my soul to Thee ! REPENTANCE. 113 VANITY. George Herbert. Poor silly soul, whose hope and head lies low,Whose flat delights on earth do creep and grow;To whom the stars shine not so fair as eyes,Nor solid work, as false embroideries ;Hark and beware, lest what you now do measure,And write for sweet, prove a most sour displeasure. Oh, hear betimes, lest thy relenting May come too late !To purchase heaven for repenting Is no hard souls be made of earthly mould, Let them love gold ; If born on high,Let them unto their kindred fly ;For they can never be at rest,Till they regain their ancient , silly soul, take heed ; for earthly joyIs but a bubble, and makes thee a 114 REPENTANCE. TRANSLATION OF THE ANCIENT HYMNDIES Rev. I. Williams Day of wrath !—that awful dayShall the bannerd cross display,Earth in ashes melt away ! The trembling, the agony,When His coming shall be nigh,Who shall all things judge and try ! When the trumpets thrilling toneThrough the tombs of ages gone,Summons all before the throne. Death and Time shall stand aghast,And Creation at the blast,Rise to answer for the past. Then the volume shall be spread, And the writing shall be read Which shall judge the quick and dead ! REPENTANCE. 115 Then the Judge shall sit!—Oh then,All thats hid shall be made plain,Unrequited nought remain. What shall wretched I then plead ? Who for me shall intercede, When the righteous scarce is freed ? King of dreadful Majesty,Saving souls in mercy free,Fount of Pity, save Thou me ! Bear me, Lord, in heart I pray,Object of Thy saving way,Lest Thou lose me on that day. Weary, seek
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