1650 Leave then thy foolish ranges; For none can thee secure Thy God, thy life, thy cure. Henry Vaughan. 20 THE RETREAT HAPPY those early days, when I Before I taught my tongue to wound O how I long to travel back, And tread again that ancient track! ΙΟ 20 1650. That I might once more reach that plain, Henry Vaughan. 30 BERMUDAS WHERE the remote Bermudas ride, And yet far kinder than our own? Where He the huge sea monsters wracks, He lands us on a grassy stage, Safe from the storms, and prelate's rage. ΙΟ 1681. He hangs in shades the orange bright, Which thence (perhaps) rebounding, may And all the way, to guide their chime, 20 30 40 Andrew Marvell. THE INVITATION LORD, what unvalued pleasures crown'd The days of old; When Thou were so familiar found, Those days were gold; When Abram wish'd Thou couldst afford With him to feast; When Lot but said, "Turn in, my Lord," But, ah! this heart of mine doth pant, And beat for Thee; Yet Thou art strange, and wilt not grant What, shall Thy people be so dear To Thee no more? Or is not heaven to earth as near As heretofore? The famish'd raven's hoarser cry My soul is famish'd, and I die Unless Thou hear. O Thou great Alpha! Kings of kings! Or bow to me, Or lend my soul seraphic wings, 8 12 16 20 To get to Thee. 24 Anonymous. A HYMN OF TRUST LORD, it belongs not to my care, Whether I die or live; To love and serve Thee is my share, If life be long I will be glad, That I may long obey; If short-yet why should I be sad To soar to endless day? Christ leads me through no darker rooms He that unto God's kingdom comes, Come, Lord, when grace has made me meet Thy blessed face to see; For if Thy work on earth be sweet, What will Thy glory be! Then I shall end my sad complaints, 12 16 And join with the the triumphant saints, 20 My knowledge of that life is small, The eye of faith is dim; But 't is enough that Christ knows all, 1683. 24 Richard Baxter. THE VOICE OF THE HEAVENS THE spacious firmament on high, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, |