"I HAVE LEARNED IN WHATSOEVER STATE I AM, THEREWITH TO BE CONTENT." FIERCE passions discompose the mind, As tempests vex the sea; But calm content and peace we find, In vain by reason and by rule For none but in the Saviour's school Since at His feet my soul has sate, "Art thou a sinner, soul," He said, Then how canst thou complain? How light thy troubles here, if weighed "If thou of murmuring would'st be cured, Compare thy griefs with mine; Think what my love for thee endured, And thou wilt not repine. ""Tis I appoint thy daily lot, And I do all things well: Soon shalt thou quit this gloomy scene, In life my grace shall strength supply In death thou still shalt find me nigh, Thus I, who once my wretched days Taught in my Saviour's school of grace, WHEN THOU WENTEST AFTER ME IN THE WILDERNESS." FAR from the world, O Lord! I flee, The calm retreat, the silent shade, There if Thy Spirit touch the soul, Oh! with what peace, and joy, and love, There, like the nightingale, she pours Her solitary lays; Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise. Author and Guardian of my life, Sweet source of life divine; My Saviour, Thou art mine! What thanks I owe thee, and what love, A boundless, endless store, Shall echo through the realms above, 66 THY FOOTSTEPS ARE NOT KNOWN." GOD moves in a mysterious way, He plants His footsteps in the sea, Deep in unfathomable mines He treasures up His bright designs, Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, |