And who most magnifies best understands, When most they try To glorify, And raise on high, Fall short, and lie, Grovelling below: Man's giving Is but restoring by retail, with loss, Faith must perform the office of invention, Not tongues, but eyes In reverend wise, This day whereof the deep Mysterious subject lies out of the reach Then write Non ultra here; Look not for leave To speak of what thou never canst conceive Worthily, as thou shouldst : And it shall be Enough for thee, If none but he Himself doth see, Though thou canst not, thou wouldst Make his praise glorious, who is alone INVITATION. TURN in, my Lord, turn in to me ; But thou canst make corruption flee, So furnished it will be brave, It was thy lodging once before, But I to sin set ope the door, And so thy building was defaced, But he usurps, the right is thine : Do thou but say, This heart is mine, Thy word's thy will, thy will's thy power, Now say to sin, depart : And, Son, give me thine heart. Thou, that by saying, Let it be, didst make it, Canst, if thou wilt, by saying, Give't me, take it. Lift up thine eyes, sad soul, and see Thy Saviour here. Lo, I am he. Alas! shall I present To thee? thou wilt resent The loathsomeness. Be not afraid, I'll take Thy Sins on me, And all my favour make To shine on thee. Lord, what thou'lt have me, thou must make me. As I have made thee now, I take thee. RESOLUTION AND ASSURANCE. LORD, thou wilt love me. Wilt thou not? It was my sin begot That question first: Yes, Lord, thou wilt: Lord, I will love thee. Shall I not? "Twas death's accursed plot To put that question; Yes, I will, Lord, love thee still, In spite of all my ill. Then life, and love continue still We shall, and will, In his celestial hill, We love our fill, When he hath purged all mine ill. VOWS BROKEN AND RENEWED. SAID I not so, that I would sin no more? Yet I am run again upon the score: What shall I do? Make vows, and break them still? "Twill be but labour lost? My good cannot prevail against mine ill: O, say not so: thou canst not tell what strength Thy God will pardon all that's past. Vow, whilst thou canst; while thou canst vow, thou may'st Perhaps perform it, when thou thinkest least. Thy God hath not denied thee all, Thy vows; and if thou break them, weep. I vow to mend my ways; Lord, say Amen, And thine be all the praise. CONFUSION. O How my mind Is gravell❜d! Not a thought, That I can find, But's ravell'd All to naught. Short ends of threads, And narrow shreds |