Phil. iv. II. FIERCE passions discompose the mind, As tempests vex the sea; But calm content and peace we find, When, Lord, we turn to thee. In vain by reason and by rule We try to bend the will; For none but in the Saviour's school Can learn the heavenly skill. Since at his feet my soul has sate, His gracious words to hear, Contented with my present state, I cast on him my care. "Art thou a sinner, soul?" he said, "Then how canst thou complain? How light thy troubles here, if weighed With everlasting pain! "If thou of murmuring wouldst be cured, Compare thy griefs with mine; Think what my love for thee endured, And thou wilt not repine. "'Tis I appoint thy daily lot, And I do all things well; Thou soon shalt leave this wretched spot, And rise with me to dwell. "In life my grace shall strength supply, Proportioned to thy day; At death thou still shalt find me nigh, To wipe thy tears away." Thus I, who once my wretched days In vain repinings spent, Taught in my Saviour's school of grace, Have learned to be content. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HAIL COLUMBIA by JOSEPH HOPKINSON A WISH by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ADVENTURE ON THE WINGS OF MORNING by RACHEL ALBRIGHT IN NOVEMBER by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH MOUNTAIN FROLIC by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS I CLEANED MY HOUSE TODAY by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON TO THE DEAD FAVOURITE OF LIU CH'E by DJUNA BARNES |