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These are Thy wonders, Lord of power, Killing and quick’ning, bringing down to Hell And
up to Heaven in an hour; Making a chiming of a passing bell.
This or that is;
O that I once past changing were, Fast in thy Paradise where no flower can wither!
Many a Spring I shoot up fair, Oft’ring at Heaven, growing and groaning thither;
flower Want a Spring shower, My sins and I joining together.
But while I grow in a straight line,
Thy anger comes, and I decline;
Where all things burn,
When Thou dost turn,
And now in age I bud again,
I once more smell the dew and rain,
-It cannot be
That I am he
These are thy wonders, Lord of love,
Which when we once can find and prove,
Who would be more,
Swelling through store,
LET not the sluggish sleep
Close up thy waking eye,
Thy daily deeds thou try :
When he to quiet goes,
Of this fair volume which we World do name
O COME QUICKLY!
Find out His power which wildest powers doth tame,
Or, if by chance we stay our minds on aught,
Drummond of Hawthornden.
O COME QUICKLY! Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore, Never tirèd pilgrim's limbs affected slumber more, Than my wearied sprite now longs to fly out of my
troubled breast : O come quickly, sweetest Lord, and take my soul
Ever blooming are the joys of heaven's high Paradise, Cold age deafs not there our ears nor vapour dims
our eyes : Glory there the sun outshines; whose beams the
Blessèd only see: O come quickly, glorious Lord, and raise my sprite to Thee!
TO HIS EVER-LOVING GOD
Can I not come to Thee, my God, for these
wishes be To leave this life not loving it, but Thee.
When God at first made Man, Having a glass of blessings standing by,– Let us (said He) pour on him all we can; Let the world's riches which dispersèd lie
Contract into a span.
So strength first made a way, Then beauty flow'd, then wisdom, honour, pleasure: When almost all was out, God made a stay, Perceiving that, alone of all his treasure,
Rest in the bottom lay.
For if I should (said He)
So both should losers be.
Yet let him keep the rest,
I STRUCK the board and cried, No more;
I will abroad.