There dust, that out of doors might fill Thy eies, and blind thee still, Is fast asleep. Up, then, and keep Within those doors, my doors. Dost hear? I will. LOVE AND DISCIPLINE. SINCE in a land not barren still, And since these biting frosts but kill Blest be thy dew, and blest thy frost, And cur'd by crosses at thy cost. The dew doth cheer what is distrest, Thus, while thy sev'ral mercies plot, For as thy hand the weather steers, THE PILGRIMAGE. As travellours, when the twilight's come, The past day's accidents do summe With, "Thus wee saw there, and thus here; " Then, Jacob-like, lodge in a place, So for this night I linger here, I long and grone and grieve for thee, As birds robb'd of their native wood, Yet neither sing, nor like their food, So do I mourn and hang my head; O feed me then! and since I may Heb. xi. 13. And they confessed, that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth. THE LAW AND THE GOSPEL. I. LORD, when thou didst on Sinai pitch, And shine from Paran; when a firie law, Pronounc'd with thunder and thy threats, did thaw Thy people's hearts; when all thy weeds were rich, And inaccessible for light, How did poor flesh, which after thou didst weare, Thy chosen flock, like leafs in a high wind, II. But now since we to Sion came, With filial confidence we touch ev'n thee; We climb up this, and have, too, all the way, Nay, thou tak'st ours, and, which full comfort brings, III. Yet since man is a very brute, And, after all thy acts of grace, doth kick, To thee each houre, beg at thy door O plant in me thy gospel and thy law, So twist them in my heart, that ever there IV. Let me not spill, but drink, thy bloud; Not break thy fence, and, by a black excess, Force down a just curse, when thy hands would bless; Let me not scatter and despise my food, Or nail those blessed limbs again So shall thy mercies flow; for, while I fear, I know thoul't bear; But should thy mild injunction nothing move me, I would both think and judge I did not love thee. John xiv. 15. If ye love me, keep my commandments. THE WORLD. I. I SAW eternity the other night, Like a great ring of pure and endless light, And round beneath it, time in hours, days, years, Like a vast shadow mov'd, in which the world. The doting lover, in his queintest strain, Neer him, his lute, his fancy, and his flights, With gloves and knots, the silly snares of pleasure, All scatter'd lay, while he his eyes did pour Upon a flowr. II. The darksome statesman hung with weights and woe, Like a thick midnight fog, mov'd there so slow, He did nor stay nor go; |