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

Jesus. Consent but to my Covenant, and be sure, The remnant of thy Hardness I will cure. I'll put a tender heart into thy breast: Believe in me, and I'll forgive the rest. ⟨p. 109⟩It is no Mortal Hardness, if thou choose My Covenant; and dost not me refuse. Shouldest thou but fully feel thy sin, thou'dst die: None could sustain so great a load but I. I felt it for thee: Leave it to my care, To wound or heal; to break, afflict or spare.

Jesus. Consent but to my Covenant, and be sure, The remnant of thy Hardness I will cure. I'le put a tender heart into thy breast: Believe in me, and I'le forgive the rest. ⟨p. 109⟩It is no Mortal Hardness, if thou chuse My Covenant; and dost not me refuse. Should'st thou but fully feel thy sin, thou'dst die: None could sustain so great a load but I. I felt it for thee: Leave it to my care, To wound or heal; to break, afflict or spare.

Sinner. My sin, my wants my misery is such. That I can never feel and grieve too much.

Jesus. Such breaking's good as breaks the heart of sin: And maketh way for Love to enter in. But not the grief that only breaketh ease, Weakening the Soul, and strengthening the Disease. Hinder not Love and Joy; but grieve in measure: My Blood, and not thy Tears, must be thy Treasure.

Jesus. Such breaking's good as breaks the heart of sin: And maketh way for Love to enter in. But not the grief that only breaketh ease, Weakning the Soul, and strengthning the Disease. Hinder not Love and Joy; but grieve in measure: My Blood, and not thy Tears, must be thy Treasure.