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At first I would not hearken,
I thought I heard Him say,
O silly souls !' &c.
At last I stopped to listen,
And I thought I heard him say,
'O silly souls !' &c.
And I'm sure I heard him say,
O silly souls!' &c.
And I always heard Him say,
O silly souls !' &c.
And I ever hear Him say,
.O silly souls!' &c.
Let us do, then, dearest brothers,
We shall ever hear Him say,
" What I shall choose I wot not.
I wish to have no wishes left,
But to leave all to Thee;
Things that I wish should be.
When on my death I muse ; But, LORD, I have a death to die,
And not a death to choose.
Why should I choose? For in Thy love
Most surely I descry
Should dare to ask to die.
But Thou wilt not disdain to hear
What those few wishes are,
And to Thy wiser care.
Calmly absorbed in one,-
And duties left undone.
I fain, for my long journey's need,
The blessed Feast would share ;
Might pray the parting prayer.
Up to the last might shine,
Until it passed to Thine.
No brave words on my lips,
Should die in the eclipse.
All this is one to me;
Faber (verse 6 being altered). XIII.
" The New Jerusalem."
JERUSALEM the Golden !
With milk and honey blest ! Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice oppress'd. I know not, oh, I know not,
What joys await us there, What radiancy of glory,
What light beyond compare ! And when I fain would sing them,
My spirit fails and faints, And vainly would it image
The mansions of the saints.
All jubilant with song,
And all the martyr throng.
The daylight is serene; The pastures of the blessed
Are decked in glorious sheen. There is the Throne of David,
And there, from care released, The song of them that triumph,
The shout of them that feast: And they who, with their Leader,
Have conquered in the fight, For ever and for ever
Are clad in robes of white ! Jerusalem the glorious !
The glory of the elect ! O dear and happy vision
That eager hearts expect; E'en now by faith I see thee :
E'en here thy walls discern : To thee my thoughts are kindled,
And strive, and pant, and yearn. O fields that know no sorrow!
O state that fears no strife !
O realm and home of life!
Shall I ever see thy face?
Shall I ever win thy grace ?
To comfort and to bless :
Bernard of Cluny, tr. Neale.
"A man shall be as an hiding place from the wind, and a covert
from the tempest.”
JESUS, Lover of my soul,
Let me to Thy Bosom fly,
While the tempest still is high :
Till the storm of life is past,
O receive my soul at last !
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee ;
Still support and comfort me.
All my help from Thee I bring;
With the shadow of Thy wing !
Grace to cover all my sin;
Make and keep me pure within !
Freely let me take of Thee;
C. Wesley. XV.
Whom have I in heaven but Thee? And there is none upon earth
that I desire in comparison of Thee."
JESU, my LORD, my God, my all ;
JESU, alas ! too coldly sought,
JESU, what didst Thou find in me,
JESU, of Thee shall be my song,
"He is altogether lovely."
Thou Fount of life! Thou Light of men !
We turn unfilled to Thee again.
Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood ;
Thou savest those that on Thee call;