2 I saw the wicked rise, And felt my heart repine, While haughty fools, with scornful eyes, 3 The tumult of my thoughts 4 5 LORD, at thy feet I bow; 475. Ρ.Μ. MRS. STEELE. The vicissitudes of providence. THE gifts indulgent heav'n bestows, 2 While changing aspects all things wear, Unclouded sunshine all the year, 3 More gaily smiles the blooming spring, Delights unknown before. GG 4 Then, 4 Then, christian! send thy fears away, 1 476. L.M. MRS. STEELE. WEARY Resignation. TEARY of these low scenes of night, time, Sighs for the dawn of sweet delight, 2 Tis just, 'tis right; thus he ordains, 477. L.M. MRS. STEELE. 1TIS wisdom, mercy, love divine, Which. mingle blessings with our cares: And And shall our thankless hearts repine Short-sighted mortals, weak and blind, 3 Should heav'n with ev'ry wish comply, 4 Were once our vain desires subdu'd, 1 PROVIDENCE, profusely kind, 4 Perfect bliss resides above, GG 2 : : Bliss Bliss that merits all your love, 5 What, like this, has earth to give? Nor on earth desire to rest. 6 When your bosom breathes a sigh, 1 479. C. M. JERVIS. Consolatory vierus of nature and providence. THE GOD of heav'n is kind and just: O let not man complain, 2 Though clouds should darken all the scen Be this thy steadfast aim, And free from guilt and shame. 3 The lowliest flow'rs that deck the field, 4 Oh! listen to kind nature's voice: 5 Far from anxiety and care, 1 Still seek that blissful shore, Where discontent and dark despair Shall rend thy heart no more. 480. C.M. JERVIS. GOD the only source of consolation. TO calm the sorrows of the mind, Our heav'nly friend is nigh, To wipe the anxious tear that starts, 2 Thou canst, when anguish rends the heart, The secret woe control; The inward malady canst heal, The sickness of the soul. 3 Thou canst repress the rising sigh, Thy gracious eye is watchful still; And the devouring grave. 5 When, pale and languid all the frame, 6 'Tis thou, great GOD! alone canst check The progress of discase; And sickness, aw'd by pow'r divine, GG 3 7 Eternal |