I find myself a learner yet,
Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide.
5 But, my Lord, one look from thee
Subdues the disobedient will ;
Drives doubt and discontent away,
And thy rebellious worm is still.
6 Thou art as ready to forgive,
As I am ready to repine ;
Thou, therefore, all the praise receive ;
Be shame and self-abhorrence mine.
24.
Mourning and Longing. C.
1 THE Saviour hides his face !
My spirit thirsts to prove
Renew d supplies of pard ning grace,
And never-fading love.
2 The favour d souls who know
What glories shine in him
Pant for his presence, as the roe
Pants for the living stream.
3 What trifles tease me now !
They swarm like summer flies,
They cleave to every thing I do,
And swim before my eyes.
4 How dull the Sabbath-day,
Without the Sabbath s Lord !
How toilsome then to sing and pray
And wait upon the word ?
5 Of all the truths I hear,
How few delight my taste !
I glean a berry here and there,
But mourn the vintage past.
6 Yet let me (as I ought)
fecill hope to be supplied ;
No pleasure else is worth a thought,
Nor shall I be denied.
