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Some of these are here reduced to blank verse; yet every sentiment, and the far greater part of the language, are her own.
Devotedness to God in Easy circumstances.
If I be not satisfied in THEE
Oh God! then let me be unsatisfied.
Pass now, let me beseech thee, the decree,
Swear by Thyself, that nothing else shall fill
My longing heart, None do I want but THEE:
Restless and easeless ever more remain.
But oh thou wilt, for thou hast kindly bid
Me open wide my mouth, and thou wilt fill it.
Oh Power divine! Come, come with the command,
And lo, 'tis opened: opened now so wide,
That nothing else can fill it but Thyself;
And thou wilt fill it: yea, though promise there
My God, my Father, my almighty Friend,
Though infinite, with infinite delight;
Then how much more, I, a worm, be filled
Though I could know no more of thee, than here
To fight and struggle in this field of battle.
But oh to see the God I wish! The God,
A glance of whom has swallowed up my soul,
How short, how low are all my thoughts of him!
For who on earth can see thy face and live.
Freely I'd give my life away for this,
The vision and fruition of my God.
Come then, Lord Jesus; come, oh quickly come;
Devotedness to God under Dark and threatening Providences.
Written at a time when, she says, her dear parents were greatly afflicted, and she herself exposed to want, contempt, and evil reports, and without any prospect of even a subsistence, but from the unseen hand of providence.
With griefs and cares beset on every side,
All that I have and am are his by right,
Yet I would see the crown on Jesus' head,
Although he slay me, yet I'll trust in him!
While pleased that he my portion here should choose.
E'rewhile I sung of mercy, now of judgment.
Be this my choice, whatever be my lot.
Thus all is well; yea, infinitely well;
Thy glory and my happiness are one:
While that which works thy praise fulfils my joy-
LONGING FOR HEAVEN,
After leaving the company of Ungodly and contentious men.
Extracted from Miss Anthony's Memoirs, page 110.
April 1753. Lord, when shall I put from this tempestous shore? I am weary of the world. I long for a calm, cool retreat, from noise and heat, and all the sordid clamours of earthly groveling souls. I hate the sulphu
reous breath of calumny and detraction. My soul was made for harmony and love: and without this, immortality would be a curse, my being, a horrid torment. My soul abhors rancour and envy. I detest evil surmises, and love the balmy air, where peace and friendship reign unmolested; where sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper, never fly; nor clouds of smoke from the infernal pit, suffocate the air, nor taint, nor poison the dear associates. There I would fix my dear abode, wide from the wrangling wretch, who courts resentment and revenge; nor should his rage, nor should his yells, within the sacred realms be heard. My soul is near allied to spirits born and bred on high, where no resentment ever rises; nor is the vulgar passion, common to fools and madmen, with the sordid bull and bear, ever known there. There, sweet are their joys, and blest are their souls, where all unite in piety and love. Oh, I long to join the lovely band, nor would I ever quit the dear delights."
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When shall I leave this turbulent abode?
Where sordid, clam'rous din no more is heard.
The foul, sulphureous breath of calumny,
Oh for a dwelling on those balmy shores,
To th' inhabitants of heaven I feel allied,
Oh how I long to join the lovely band,
MYSTERIOUS NATURE OF MAN.
I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Psal. cxxxix. 14.
THE term 'fearful' is sometimes to be taken subjectively, for our being possessed of fear. In this sense it signifies the same as timid. Thus the prophet was directed to say to them that were of a 'fearful' heart, be strong. At other times it is taken objectively, for that property in an object, the contemplation of which excites fear in the beholder. Thus it is said of God, that he is 'fearful' in praises, and that it is a 'fearful' thing to fall into the hands of the living God. In this sense it is manifestly to be understood in the passage now under consideration. The human frame is so admirably constructed, so delicately combined, and so much in danger of being dissolved by innumerable causes, that the more we think of it, the more we tremble, and wonder at our own continued existence.
"How poor, how rich, how abject, how august,
Helpless immortal, insect infinite,
A worm, a god-I tremble at myself!"