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A servant with this clause
Makes drudgery divine :
Who sweeps a room, as for thy laws,
This is the famous stone
That turneth all to gold :
For that which God doth touch and own Cannot for less be told.
THE EYE IS NOT SATISFIED WITH SEEING; NOR
WHEN God at first made man, Having a glass of blessing standing by ; Let us, said He, pour on him all we can : Let the world's riches, which dispersed lie, Contract into a span.
So strength first made a way:
Then beauty flow'd, then wisdom, honour, pleasure :
For if I should, said He,
Bestow this jewel also on my creature,
Yet let him keep the rest,
But keep them with repining restlessness:
"O THE DEPTH OF THE RICHES!"
SWEETEST Saviour, if my soul
Were but worth the having,
What, child, is the balance thine?
What the gains in having thee
Doth amount to, only He
Who for man was sold, can see :
That transferr'd the account to me.'
But as I can see no merit
Leading to this favour,
So the way to fit me for it
Is beyond my savour.
As the reason then is thine,
'That is all, if that I could
And my clay, my creature would
That as I did freely part
Left all joys to feel all smart'
Ah! no more thou break'st my heart!
GOD is our refuge, our strong tower;
When dangers threaten to devour.
Thus armed, no fears shall chill our blood, Though earth no longer stedfast stood, And shook her hills into the flood.
Although the troubled ocean rise
Clear streams purl from a crystal spring,
He in her centre takes his place,