AF DISTRACTIONS IN PRAYER. H! dearest Lord! I cannot pray, Unmannerly distractions come, And force my thoughts from Thee. The world that looks so dull all day All nature one full fountain seems Of dreamy fight and sound, Which, when I kneel, breaks up its deeps, And makes a deluge round. Old voices murmur in my ear, My very flesh has reftless fits; My changeful limbs conspire With all these phantoms of the mind I cannot pray; yet, Lord! Thou know'st To have my vainly-struggling thoughts Prayer was not meant for luxury, It is the proftrate creature's place Had I, dear Lord! no pleasure found Prayer would have come unsought, and been Yet Thou art oft most present, Lord! In weak diftracted prayer; A finner out of heart with self Moft often finds Thee there. And prayer that humbles, sets the soul And teaches it how utterly, Dear Lord! it hangs on Thee. The soul, that on self-sacrifice Is dutifully bent, Will bless thy chastening hand that makes Its prayer its punishment. Ah, Jesus! why should I complain ? These surface-troubles come and go, The deeper depth is out of reach Faber. WHE PREPARATIVE TO PRAYER. HEN thou doft talk with God-by prayer I meanLift up pure hands, lay down all luft's defires; Fix thoughts on heaven, present a conscience clean : Since holy blame to mercy's throne aspires, Confess faults' guilt, crave pardon for thy fin, Tread holy paths, call grace to guide therein. It is the spirit with reverence must obey Our Maker's will, to practise what He taught: Make not the flesh thy council when thou pray; 'Tis enemy to every virtuous thought; It is the foe we daily feed and clothe; Even as Elias, mounting to the sky, Did caft his mantle to the earth behind; Exclude the world from traffic with the mind: As Abraham, ascending up the hill To sacrifice; his servants left below, Southwell. CHRIST. PASTOR ANIMARUM. COME (From the Spanish.) OME, wandering sheep, O come! I'll bear thee to thy home, I saw thee ftray forlorn, And heard thee faintly cry, For thee I deign'd to die- I fhield thee from alarms, And wilt thou not be bleft? I bear thee in my arms; Come, wandering sheep, O come! |