O let my prayer acceptance find, "THE END OF ALL THINGS IS AT HAND." So many years I've seen the sun, And called these hands and eyes my own; A thousand little acts I've done, And childhood have, and manhood known: Oh! what is Life! and this dull round To tread, why was a spirit bound? So many airy thoughts and lines, And vain exertions of the mind, Have filled my soul with great designs, While practice grovelled far behind : Oh what is Thought! and where withdraw The glories which my fancy saw? So many tender joys and woes Have on my quivering soul had power; Those pains and pleasures o'er my head? So many human souls divine So at one interview displayed, Some oft and freely mixt with mine, In lasting bands my heart have laid : Oh what is Friendship! why imprest On my weak, wretched, dying breast! So many wondrous gleams of light, Ere long, when sovereign wisdom wills, And Life is all retouched again; Where in their bright results shall rise, Thoughts, virtues, friendships, griefs, and joys. "I AM THINE, OH SAVE ME!" THAT I am Thine, my Lord and God! To shake me never may have power. From various cares, my heart retires; And with the souls that are His own. This is my joy (which ne'er can fail,) How new-born souls, convinced of sin; Extol my Lord in every place. With these my happy lot is cast : Or all in dead supineness sleeps, Still to go on be my whole care. See! the dear flock by Jesus drawn, They trust his shepherds' crook. No, my dear Lord, in following Thee, This foot obedient moves: Tis with a brother and a King, Who many to His yoke will bring, Now then, my Way, my Truth, my Life! My soul, which to Thy sceptre cleaves. |