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

Here's Faith's great Trial: Pain may force; And Pride may willingness pretend; A stupid Fool die like his Horse, And Heathens make a Beast-like end. Frail sinful Flesh is loth to die: Sense to the unseen world is strange: The doubting Soul dreads the Most High, And trembleth at so great a change.

Here's Faith's great Tryal: Pain may force; And Pride may willingness pretend; A stupid Fool die like his Horse, And Heathens make a Beast-like end. Frail sinful Flesh is loth to die: Sense to the unseen world is strange: The doubting Soul dreads the Most High, And trembleth at so great a change.

Yet Faith can see beyond the Skies, Where now our Head in Glory is: And above Flesh and Sense can rise, Unto the World of Saints in bliss. Cleansing the Soul from Flesh and Sin, Abstracting it from things below; It draws the Veil, and entering in, Love's glorious Mysteries can know.

Put forth thy Beams and Hand of Grace: Open mine Eyes: Take up my Heart: Acquaint it with the Holy Place, The Joys and Glory where thou art. O let me not be strange at home! Strange to the Sun, and Life of Souls: Choosing this low and darkened Room; Familiar with Worms and Moles!

Put forth thy Beams and Hand of Grace: Open mine Eyes: Take up my Heart: Acquaint it with the Holy Place, The Joyes and Glory where thou art. O let me not be strange at home! Strange to the Sun, and Life of Souls: Choosing this low and darkened Room; Familiar with Worms and Moles!