The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, THE ROSE. Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me. When I resemble her to thee, Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Lets in new light through chinks Of beauty from the light retired; that time has made. Bid her come forth- Then die, that she How small a part of time they share ON A GIRDLE. THAT which her slender waist confined Without clear recognition. Take tonight And very natural-no flaw to find "I preached a careful sermon, gravely And then forgets it. planned, CHARLES WESLEY. STANZAS FROM "THE TRUE USE | Visit, then, this soul of mine, OF MUSIC." LISTED into the cause of sin, Pressed to obey the devil - Down to eternal ruin. Who on the part of God will rise, Innocent sound recover- Come, let us try if Jesus' love THE ONLY LIGHT. CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only Light, Sun of Righteousness, arise, Triumph o'er the shades of night! Day-spring from on high, be near! Day-star, in my heart appear! Dark and cheerless is the morn Till Thy mercy's beams I see; Till they inward light impart, Glad my eyes and warm my heart. Pierce the gloom of sin and grief. Fill me, Radiancy Divine, Scatter all my unbelief! |