M JESUS WEEPING. ST. JOHN, CHAP. 11. VER. 35. Y dear, Almighty Lord! why dost Thou weep? Why dost Thou groan and groan again? Repeated sighs Thy kinde heart pain? Can make man's dead and scatter'd bones Unite, and raise up all that dyed, at once? O holy groans! groans of the Dove! O healing tears! the tears of love! Dew of the dead! which makes dust move And spring, how is't that you so sadly grieve, Who can relieve? Should not Thy sighs refrain Thy store In one at one time, as some feign. Those blasts, which o'r our heads here stray, Dear Lord! Thou art all grief and love; 'Twas not that vast, almighty measure Which is requir'd to make up life, -Though purchas'd with Thy heart's dear treasure Did breed this strife Of grief and pity in Thy brest, The throne where peace and power rest: But 'twas Thy love that-without leave— Made Thine eyes melt, and Thy heart heave. For though death cannot so undo What Thou hast done, but though man too - Should help to spoil-Thou canst restore Yet Thou so full of pity art -Pity which overflows Thy heart!- Yet canst not Thou that free cure do, Then farewel joys! for while I live, For mirth and life, yet without noise. Shall send me-swan like-singing home. PSALM 73. ver. 25. Whom have I in heaven but Thee? and there is none upon Earth, that I desire besides Thee. PROVIDENCE. ACRED and secret hand! By whose assisting, swift command Which freed poor Hagar from her fears, How in a mystick cloud -Which doth thy strange sure mercies shroudDoest Thou convey man food and money Unseen by him, till they arrive Just at his mouth, that thankless hive Which kills Thy bees, and eats Thy honey! If I Thy servant be -Whose service makes cv'n captives freeA fish shall all my tribute pay,' The swift-wing'd raven2 shall bring me meat, And I, like flowers, shall still go neat, As if I knew no moneth but May. I will not fear what man With all his plots and power can. A state that with the sun doth set, Poor birds this doctrine sing, Do know Thy dewy morning hours, May he for ever dye Who trusts not Thee, but wretchedly 1 St. Matthew xvii. 27. G. 3 St. Luke, xii. 33. G. 21 Kings, xvii., 4. G. May his crown, like his hopes, be clay; And what he saves, may his foes spend! If all my portion here, The measure given by Thee each year, Usurp'd; it never should me grieve, Who know how well Thou canst relieve, Whose hands are open as Thine eyes. Great King of Love and Truth! Who would'st not hate my froward youth, B THE KNOT. RIGHT Queen of Heaven! God's virgin The glad world's blessed maid! Whose beauty tyed life to thy house, And brought us saving ayd. 1 Sheep fed on the Euxine [Euxinus Pontus]-the allusion being to the (legendary) salt-lake or sea of Maeotis: (Polybius iv. 22-43). G. |