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I love the
fellow-creature, My careful purveyor, she provides me store; She walls me round; she makes my diet greater;
She wafts my treasure from a foreign shore ; But, Lord of oceans, when compared with Thee, What is the ocean or her wealth to me?
To heaven's high city I direct my journey,
Whose spangled suburbs entertain mine eye; Mine eye, by contemplation's great attorney,
Transcends the crystal pavement of the sky; But what is heaven, great God, compared with Thee ? Without thy presence, heaven's no heaven to me.
Without thy presence, earth gives no refection;
Without thy presence, sea affords no treasure; Without thy presence, air's a rank infection ;
Without thy presence, heaven itself no pleasure; If not possessed, if not enjoyed in Thee, What's earth, or sea, or air, or heaven to me?
The highest honor that the world can boast,
Are subjects far too low for my desire;
But dying sparkles of thy living fire ;
Without thy presence, wealth is bags of care ;
Wisdom but folly ; joy, disquiet sadness; Friendship is treason, and delights are snares ;
Pleasures but pain, and mirth but pleasing madness. Without Thee, Lord, things be not what they be, Nor have their being when compared with Thee.
In having all things and not Thee, what have I ?
Not having Thee, what have my labors got ? Let me enjoy but Thee, what further crave I ?
And having Thee alone, what have I not ?
I wish not sea nor land; nor would I be
FLEEING FROM WRATH.
O WHITHER shall I fly? what path untrod
my offended, of my angry God?
Where shall I sojourn? What kind sea will hide My head from thunder? Where shall I abide Until his flames be quenched or laid aside ?
feet should take their hasty flight, And seek protection in the shades of night? Alas! no shades can blind the God of light.
What if my soul should take the wings of day
What if some solid rock should entertain
Nor sea, nor shade, nor rock, nor cave,
The seas will part, graves open, rocks will split,
No, no, if stern-browed Vengeance means to thunder,
"Tis vain to flee ; 'tis neither here nor there Can 'scape that hand, until that hand forbear: Ah me! where is He not, that's everywhere ?
'Tis vain to flee, till gentle Mercy show
The ingenuous child, corrected doth not fly
Shadows are faithless, and the rocks are false,
Great God! there is no safety here below; Thou art my fortress, Thou that seem'st my foe, 'Tis T..ou, that strik'st the stroke, must guard the blow.
Thou art my God, by Thee I fall or stand ;
I know thy justice is Thyself; I know,
Then work thy will; if passion bid me flee,
So now the soul's sublimed, her sour desires