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3 The more he grows. Celestial natures still
Aspire for home. This Solomon of old,
4 This is the life which, hid above with Christ
In God, doth always (hidden) multiply,
5 Here spirits that have run their race, and fought,
And won the fight, and have not feared the frowns Nor loved the smiles of greatness, but have wrought Their Master's will, meet to receive their crowns.
6 Here is the patience of the saints: this tree
Is watered by their tears, as flowers are fed
7 Here is their faith too, which if you will keep
When we two part, I will a journey make
1 Thou, who dost flow and flourish here below,
To whom a falling star and nine days' glory,
When first my youthful, sinful age
Grew master of my ways,
And darkness for my days;
I flung away, and with full cry
Of wild affections, rid
All gamesters that would bid.
Made life my common stake;
Or that a soul could ache.
False joys, fantastic flights,
These were my prime delights.
Culled flowers and made me posies;
And crowned my head with roses.
I met with a dead man,
Thus unto me began :
What thou hast cut to-day
Quite vanish and decay.'
Wouldst have a wreath that fades not, let them grow, And grow for thee. Who spares them here, shall find A garland, where comes neither rain nor wind.
Jesus, my life! how shall I truly love thee?
As to make man all pure love, flesh a star!
i Up, O my soul, and bless the Lord ! O God,
My God, how great, how very great art thou ! Honour and majesty have their abode
With thee, and crown thy brow. 2 Thou cloth’st thyself with light as with a robe,
And the high, glorious heavens thy mighty hand Doth spread like curtains round about this globe
Of air, and sea, and land. 3 The beams of thy bright chambers thou dost lay
In the deep waters, which no eye can find; The clouds thy chariots are, and thy pathway
The wings of the swift wind.
4 In thy celestial, gladsome messages
Despatched to holy souls, sick with desire And love of thee, each willing angel is
Thy minister in fire.
5 Thy arm unmoveable for ever laid
And founded the firm earth; then with the deep As with a vail thou hidd'st it; thy floods played
Above the mountains steep.
6 At thy rebuke they fled, at the known voice Of their Lord's thunder they retired apace :
Some downwards to their place.
7 For thou to them a bound hast set, a bound
Must languish and decrease.
8 And as thy care bounds these, so thy rich love
Doth broach the earth; and lesser brooks lets forth, Which run from hills to valleys, and improve
Their pleasure and their worth.
9 These to the beasts of every field give drink;
There the wild asses swallow the cool spring:
Their dwellings have, and sing.
10 Thou from thy upper springs above, from those
Chambers of rain, where heaven's large bottles lie, Dost water the parched hills, whose breaches close, Healed by the showers from high.
11 Grass for the cattle, and herbs for man's use Thou mak'st to grow; these, blessed by thee, the
earth Brings forth, with wine, oil, bread; all which infuse
To man's heart strength and mirth.
12 Thou giv'st the trees their greenness, even to those
Cedars in Lebanon, in whose thick boughs
The fir-trees for her house. [choose
13 To the wild goats the high hills serve for folds,
The rocks give conies a retiring place :
And the sun runs his race.
14 Thou makest darkness, and then comes the night,
In whose thick shades and silence each wild beast Creeps forth, and, pinched for food, with scent and sight
Hunts in an eager quest.
15 The lion's whelps, impatient of delay,
Roar in the covert of the woods, and seek
And feed'st them all the week.
16 This past, the sun shines on the earth; and they
Retire into their dens; man goes abroad
Returns home with his load.
17 O Lord my God, how many and how rare
Are thy great works! In wisdom hast thou made Them all; and this the earth, and every blade
Of grass we tread declare.