Poetical fragments heart-employment with God and it selfPoetical fragments heart-imployment with God and it self

I'll read thy works of Providence: Thy Spirit, Conscience, and thy Rod Can teach without book all the sense, To know the World, my Self, and God. Few Books may serve, when Thou wilt teach: Many have stolen my precious time: I'll leave my Books to hear thee Preach: Church-work is best when thou dost chime.

I'll read thy works of Providence: Thy Spirit, Conscience, and thy Rod Can teach without book all the sense, To know the World, my Self, and God. Few Books may serve, when Thou wilt teach: Many have stoln my precious time: I'll leave my Books to hear thee Preach: Church-work is best when thou dost chime.

As for my House, it was my Tent, While there I waited on thy Flock: That work is done; that time is spent: There neither was my Home nor Stock. Would I in all my Journey have Still the same Inn and Furniture? Or ease and pleasant dwellings crave, Forgetting what thy Saints endure?

My Lord hath taught me how to want A place wherein to put my head: While he is mine, I'll be content, To beg or lack my daily bread. Heaven is my roof, Earth is my floor: Thy Love can keep me dry and warm: Christ and thy Bounty are my store: Thy Angels guard me from all harm.

My Lord hath taught me how to want A place wherein to put my head: While he is mine, I'll be content, To beg or lack my daily bread. Heav'n is my roof, Earth is my floor: Thy Love can keep me dry and warm: Christ and thy Bounty are my store: Thy Angels guard me from all harm.