But there the pilgrims say, On these calm heights, the tumult and the noise Has almost in the distance died away; Courage, poor fainting heart! These happy ones in the far distance seen Press boldly onward, and thou too shalt gain Ah! far too faint, too poor Are all our views and aims we only stand Within the borders of the promised land, Its precious things we seek not to secure ; How much of heavenly bliss may be enjoyed below. ANONYMOUS. THE DIVINE LIFE. HUMBLE, and teachable, and mild, O may I, as a little child, My lowly Master's steps pursue! Be anger to my Hate, envy, jealousy, be gone ; In love create Thou all things new. My will be swallowed up in Thee; Beholding Thee with open face; CHARLES Wesley. THRI TRUE MANLINESS. HRICE happy he whose name is writ above, Requiteth evil turns with hearty love, And recks not what befalls him outwardly: Whose worth is in himself, and only bliss In his pure conscience that doth nought amiss; Who placeth pleasure in his purgèd soul, And that true lordly manliness doth deem; Who from this world himself hath clearly quit, So, when his sprite from this vain world shall flit, Unto itself, passing in easy fit, As kindly ripened corn comes out of th' ear. HENRY MORE. THE CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE. OW happy is he born and taught HO That serveth not another's will; Whose passions not his masters are; Of public fame, or private breath; Who envies none that chance doth raise, Who hath his life from rumors freed; Who God doth late and early pray With a religious book or friend. This man is freed from servile bands SIR HENRY WOTTON. BEFORE LABOR. FORTH in Thy name, O Lord, I go, My daily labor to pursue ; Thee, only Thee, resolved to know, The task Thy wisdom hath assigned, In all my works Thy presence find, Preserve me from my calling's snare, Thee may I set at my right hand, And offer all my works to Thee. Give me to bear Thy easy yoke, And every moment watch and pray; And hasten to Thy glorious day. For Thee delightfully employ Whate'er Thy bounteous grace hath given; And closely walk with Thee to heaven. CHARLES WESLEY. ENTIRE CONSECRATION. GOD, what offering shall I give To Thee, the Lord of earth and skies? My spirit, soul, and flesh receive, A holy, living sacrifice. Small as it is, 't is all my store; More shouldst Thou have, if I had more. Now then, my God, thou hast my soul; Thy glory to the perfect day. Thou hast my flesh, Thy hallowed shrine, Devoted solely to Thy will: Here let Thy light for ever shine: This house still let Thy presence fill: |