The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||
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EMPLOYMENT.
From the same.
The flower now blooms, now hangs its head;
So fleets my short-lived day!
O, may my useful fragrance spread
Before I fade away!
So fleets my short-lived day!
O, may my useful fragrance spread
Before I fade away!
What though the throne I then should fill
At the great day, were mine?
The sweetness, which Thy gracious skill
Diffused, its praise were Thine.
At the great day, were mine?
The sweetness, which Thy gracious skill
Diffused, its praise were Thine.
Let me not languish, then, and spend
A life dead to Thy praise,
As is the dust to which I tend
By sure though slow decays!
A life dead to Thy praise,
As is the dust to which I tend
By sure though slow decays!
All things are busy round but I:
Nor honey with the bees,
Nor scent with flowers, nor husbandry
Have I to water these.
Nor honey with the bees,
Nor scent with flowers, nor husbandry
Have I to water these.
I am no link of Thy great chain,
A cumbrous, fruitless weed:
O, mend my music! Give one strain
Even to my useless reed!
A cumbrous, fruitless weed:
O, mend my music! Give one strain
Even to my useless reed!
The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||