Long did I toil and knew no earthly rest,
Far did I rove and found no certain home;
At last I sought them in His sheltering breast,
Who opes His arms and bids the weary come:
With Him I found a home, a rest divine,
And I, since then, am His, and He is mine.The good I have is from His stores supplied,
The ill is only what He deems the best;
He for my friend, I'm rich with naught beside,
And poor without Him, though of all possessed;
Changes may come, I take or I resign
Content, while I am His, and He is mine.Whate'er may change, in Him no change is seen,
A glorious Sun that wanes not nor declines;
Above the storms and clouds He walks serene,
And on His people's inward darkness shines;
All may depart: I fret not, nor repine,
While I my Saviour's am, while He is mine.While here, alas! I know but half His love,
But half discern Him, and but half adore;
But when I meet Him in the realms above
I hope to love him better, praise Him more,
And feel, and tell, amid the choir divine,
How fully I am His, and He is mine.
... J. Quarles and H. F. Lyte
Lord, come away;
Why dost thou stay?
Thy road is ready and thy paths made straight
With longing expectations wait
The consecration of thy beautious feet.
Ride on triumphantly; behold! we lay
Our lusts and proud wills in thy way.
Hosannah! welcome to our hearts: Lord, here
Thou hast a temple too, and full as dear
As that of Sion; and as full of sin --
Nothing but thieves and robbers dwell therein;
Enter and chase them forth, and cleanse the floor,
Crucify them, that they may never more
Profane that holy place
Where thou hast chose to set thy face.
And then if our still tongues shall be
Mute in the praises of thy deity,
The stones out of the temple wall
Shall cry aloud and call
Hosannah! and thy glorious footsteps greet.
... Jeremy Taylor
Compilation Copyright, 1996-2008, by Robert McAnally Adams,
Report problems to curator@cqod.com.